[ Arthur has to ask himself why a lot. Why was this happening to him? Why was Tessa nowhere to be found? Why a dragon? He's seen dragons before, little ones. Those were difficult enough to deal with, even with his friend and her uncanny skill with just about every weapon under the sun. Dragons were the worst.
(Actually, morbols were the worst. Dragons were pretty far up there.)
Arthur was just trying to figure out whether or not bullets would even so much as scratch the beast, when it occurs to him that the beast is getting larger. No, scratch that. It's getting closer. That's about when an armored form collides with his own, sending him sprawling. It's a small miracle he doesn't lose his glasses. ]
I was working on it!
[ No he wasn't.
He gives the armored man- or at least he assumes it's a man due to his voice- a once over. ] You honestly mean to fight this thing?
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(Actually, morbols were the worst. Dragons were pretty far up there.)
Arthur was just trying to figure out whether or not bullets would even so much as scratch the beast, when it occurs to him that the beast is getting larger. No, scratch that. It's getting closer. That's about when an armored form collides with his own, sending him sprawling. It's a small miracle he doesn't lose his glasses. ]
I was working on it!
[ No he wasn't.
He gives the armored man- or at least he assumes it's a man due to his voice- a once over. ] You honestly mean to fight this thing?