[When the man unholsters his gun, Ornstein has no idea what to expect. He's never seen a weapon like that before, and to be honest, it doesn't look terribly impressive. He's too used to greatswords and longswords, to lances and dragonslayer bows, to hard steel and sharp edges.
When the gun fires, its echo cracking through the air, it's almost enough to give him a start. His gaze darts to the dragon, to see the "attack" do practically nothing. He's definitely starting to doubt the efficacy of this stranger's weapon; maybe he had been mistaken in thinking it was such. But it didn't matter. He didn't ask for him to wound the creature, he asked for a distraction, and it appears it was a successful one. Bullets continue to reflect off of its hide, and while no damage is done, it's enough to irritate the ancient thing; its neck cranes to follow Arthur as he darts away, growling. It dashes forward on all fours, towards the man.
Meanwhile Ornstein takes this opportunity to make a mad dash towards the dragon, aiming for his spear. He approaches at just the right angle to make something of a leap, armored hands grasping for it. And he's successful, palms wrapping around the weapon-
-except the dragon doesn't seem to care, hellbent on barreling into Arthur. Ornstein is tall, but he's not that tall; his feet don't even touch the ground, and he has to steady himself against the moving hind leg of the oversized lizard itself.]
Do not run! I need to be still!
[...He says to a man who's being targeted by a dragon. Because that's totally reasonable, right?]
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When the gun fires, its echo cracking through the air, it's almost enough to give him a start. His gaze darts to the dragon, to see the "attack" do practically nothing. He's definitely starting to doubt the efficacy of this stranger's weapon; maybe he had been mistaken in thinking it was such. But it didn't matter. He didn't ask for him to wound the creature, he asked for a distraction, and it appears it was a successful one. Bullets continue to reflect off of its hide, and while no damage is done, it's enough to irritate the ancient thing; its neck cranes to follow Arthur as he darts away, growling. It dashes forward on all fours, towards the man.
Meanwhile Ornstein takes this opportunity to make a mad dash towards the dragon, aiming for his spear. He approaches at just the right angle to make something of a leap, armored hands grasping for it. And he's successful, palms wrapping around the weapon-
-except the dragon doesn't seem to care, hellbent on barreling into Arthur. Ornstein is tall, but he's not that tall; his feet don't even touch the ground, and he has to steady himself against the moving hind leg of the oversized lizard itself.]
Do not run! I need to be still!
[...He says to a man who's being targeted by a dragon. Because that's totally reasonable, right?]