[Ornstein makes a note to ask just what sort of magic it is he's utilizing; they aren't the same sort of sorceries or miracles he's accustomed to seeing in Anor Londo.
He's diverted by Arthur's question, however, and while his dry tone might usually spark some indignation from him (he's a Captain, after all; the only people who speak to him so flippantly are his closest and most trusted), the heat of battle adds a tinge of wry humor to his words.]
The dragon has little use for it.
[The flames are bursting around their protective dome, unable to harm them for now. But like all magic, he assumes that it will wane, and the knight proposes a question.]
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He's diverted by Arthur's question, however, and while his dry tone might usually spark some indignation from him (he's a Captain, after all; the only people who speak to him so flippantly are his closest and most trusted), the heat of battle adds a tinge of wry humor to his words.]
The dragon has little use for it.
[The flames are bursting around their protective dome, unable to harm them for now. But like all magic, he assumes that it will wane, and the knight proposes a question.]
How able are you to distract the creature?