[ He’s not really sure if that derision is because of his obvious lie or because of the implication that he would very much like to turn tail and flee. Either way, he manages to look indignant for the brief moment they have before the dragon circles back around. Any normal, sane person would want to run away from a godsdamned dragon.
Though it appears that Arthur no longer has the pleasure of keeping company with normal, sane people.
He has very little time to make a decision, as he scrambles to his feet and darts out of the path of the oncoming creature. The gun he has slung across his back likely won’t do much but annoy the thing- but the looming, derisive fellow in armor seemed to be hell-bent on slaying it, and he certainly looks the part. Arthur could run, he should run and leave the business of dragonslaying to someone much more qualified, but he knows he’d never hear the end of it from Tessa… or from himself.
So instead of going for the weapon on his back, his hand goes for the book clipped to his belt. A wave of his hand sends green light and red sigils drifting from the open pages, and not a moment too soon, a translucent dome blooms over their heads. The dragon careens off of it, but already the glow of the shield is severely diminished, and the creature is circling back around for another hit. ]
It won’t withstand another collision. If you mean to fight it, then do it.
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Though it appears that Arthur no longer has the pleasure of keeping company with normal, sane people.
He has very little time to make a decision, as he scrambles to his feet and darts out of the path of the oncoming creature. The gun he has slung across his back likely won’t do much but annoy the thing- but the looming, derisive fellow in armor seemed to be hell-bent on slaying it, and he certainly looks the part. Arthur could run, he should run and leave the business of dragonslaying to someone much more qualified, but he knows he’d never hear the end of it from Tessa… or from himself.
So instead of going for the weapon on his back, his hand goes for the book clipped to his belt. A wave of his hand sends green light and red sigils drifting from the open pages, and not a moment too soon, a translucent dome blooms over their heads. The dragon careens off of it, but already the glow of the shield is severely diminished, and the creature is circling back around for another hit. ]
It won’t withstand another collision. If you mean to fight it, then do it.