The ferine paladin snarled as the tremendous blade connected at the following roar of the dragon being before him, the feral posture he had assumed ripping the sword clean. Whatever time Cyanwrath had to dispel the magic that had gripped his thoughts so briefly, the same which called him to cry out, that which likely cost the little woman her life, positively enraged the once huntsman. With an advancing step, the sickening sound of the blade freed, and the menace of men retaliated, and did so with violent retribution. The blade came free and up at an angle, carrying with it a wake of divine ethereal power. Some kernel of the furious, fanged thing that stood toe to toe with the equally fierce draconic being burned brighter and carried through the attack.
Brannor, perhaps what once was the man in the thrall of animal wrath, struck back in this way. But the beast dared not to swing once, it swung again and while the first blow was surely devastating in the same sense as to what the halfling had endured, either by skill or luck the draconic champion of the thuggish cult likely dodged the return swing. Each broad, thick hand that tore at the leather mitts that bound them hefted the sword, bringing it back and level while growling instinctively, upper lip quivering. One way or another this monster would suffer for its deeds, leading the tiger to circle around, knowing the opposition would almost surely follow now that they had been met in combat.
If the heroes could overwhelm their remaining two foes and plunge arrow, blade, and claw into them, the blue flight's raid leader might be felled. But that would require no small amount of fortune...
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Brannor, perhaps what once was the man in the thrall of animal wrath, struck back in this way. But the beast dared not to swing once, it swung again and while the first blow was surely devastating in the same sense as to what the halfling had endured, either by skill or luck the draconic champion of the thuggish cult likely dodged the return swing. Each broad, thick hand that tore at the leather mitts that bound them hefted the sword, bringing it back and level while growling instinctively, upper lip quivering. One way or another this monster would suffer for its deeds, leading the tiger to circle around, knowing the opposition would almost surely follow now that they had been met in combat.
If the heroes could overwhelm their remaining two foes and plunge arrow, blade, and claw into them, the blue flight's raid leader might be felled. But that would require no small amount of fortune...
@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen