[Ornstein yells over the ruckus. This would be almost comical if not for the harrowing fact that they could potentially be killed with one wrong move.]
It does not wish to eat you, it merely wishes to kill you! [#helpfulencouragement
There's another loud noise coming from Arthur's weapon, and while Ornstein isn't quite sure what's happened, the dragon stops moving its legs enough for him to find solid ground on the creature. Digging in his body weight against gray scales, he pushes back with his feet, yanking out the spear as the creature roars loudly. Now that he has his weapon back, it would be a cardinal sin to not use it again, given the blessed opening right before him.]
Ha! [Ornstein pierces the dragon's hide again, this time in its flank. With injury to its throat and its side, a panicked sort of rage boils within the drake, and its long tail coils around to whip at the knight on its hindquarters. It works, and Ornstein is hit in the torso, the force knocking him off and to the ground with a grunt. At least this time he's kept a hold of his spear.
He lands with a clatter of armor, his helm coming loose and laughably rolling a few feet away. He nearly doesn't notice, too concerned about pulling himself back to his feet before the dragon's maw draws too close.]
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It does not wish to eat you, it merely wishes to kill you! [#helpfulencouragement
There's another loud noise coming from Arthur's weapon, and while Ornstein isn't quite sure what's happened, the dragon stops moving its legs enough for him to find solid ground on the creature. Digging in his body weight against gray scales, he pushes back with his feet, yanking out the spear as the creature roars loudly. Now that he has his weapon back, it would be a cardinal sin to not use it again, given the blessed opening right before him.]
Ha! [Ornstein pierces the dragon's hide again, this time in its flank. With injury to its throat and its side, a panicked sort of rage boils within the drake, and its long tail coils around to whip at the knight on its hindquarters. It works, and Ornstein is hit in the torso, the force knocking him off and to the ground with a grunt. At least this time he's kept a hold of his spear.
He lands with a clatter of armor, his helm coming loose and laughably rolling a few feet away. He nearly doesn't notice, too concerned about pulling himself back to his feet before the dragon's maw draws too close.]