[Ornstein is usually the one giving commands, but he doesn't argue the point. Staying close might prove tricky, given that the dragon is now swiping at them half-blindly with its front talons, and he has to use his spear as an impromptu shield, angling it to deflect the claws away. The force is nearly enough to push him back, despite his cognizant attempts to keep his heels dug into the earth. He grits his teeth, shuffling a little to the side to remain in the dragon's newly-acquired blind spot.]
I've a spear, not a great shield. [Ornstein's fighting style was rarely focused on defense, and his choice of equipment reflected that much.] I suggest you move quickly.
[He's certainly impressed by Arthur's aim so far, but he'll not say as much until after the battle is fought. Compliments are nothing more than wasted breath if they do not survive the fight afterwards.]
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I've a spear, not a great shield. [Ornstein's fighting style was rarely focused on defense, and his choice of equipment reflected that much.] I suggest you move quickly.
[He's certainly impressed by Arthur's aim so far, but he'll not say as much until after the battle is fought. Compliments are nothing more than wasted breath if they do not survive the fight afterwards.]