[Ornstein's focus is already upon the dragon bearing down on the both of them; he grips his lance tightly, shifting to move out of the way. But he finds he doesn't have to. At the last possible moment, he's covered by what appears to be a dome, in what he can only assume is something born from magic. The dragon deflects off of the shield with terrifying force as it veers back up into the sky.
Through the gloss of the protective spell(?), he peers over to the stranger nearby. To the open book and its pages, the faint glow of green. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
There's no time for gratitude, however. The dragon is already coming around for another hit, perhaps knowing that they cannot hunker down behind their shielding forever. But Ornstein is ready (as he often is), defensive and unmoving. The creature roars, a deep bellowing noise that shakes within his body, but he's unperturbed. Another giant talon slams into his shield, and it breaks -- but Ornstein has already dashed forward and out of the way, sticking his lance into the dragon's wing, close to its body.
The creature cries out again, louder this time, and Ornstein can't hope to hold onto his weapon. Spear still stuck under its wing, it flounders in the air and crashes straight into the ground, its leftover momentum dragging it across the earth in a heap of stony scales, careening straight towards Arthur.]
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Through the gloss of the protective spell(?), he peers over to the stranger nearby. To the open book and its pages, the faint glow of green. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
There's no time for gratitude, however. The dragon is already coming around for another hit, perhaps knowing that they cannot hunker down behind their shielding forever. But Ornstein is ready (as he often is), defensive and unmoving. The creature roars, a deep bellowing noise that shakes within his body, but he's unperturbed. Another giant talon slams into his shield, and it breaks -- but Ornstein has already dashed forward and out of the way, sticking his lance into the dragon's wing, close to its body.
The creature cries out again, louder this time, and Ornstein can't hope to hold onto his weapon. Spear still stuck under its wing, it flounders in the air and crashes straight into the ground, its leftover momentum dragging it across the earth in a heap of stony scales, careening straight towards Arthur.]