[ Logic left the building a long time ago, in a world where battle is dictated by magic and the use of mana. But then again, Maki would have very little experience even in perfectly ordinary fighting, so he can hardly blame her.
He can blame the dragon though, for taking its attention off of him and turning to the King who hasn't done anything to offend it. (Apart from healing and buffing the Knight which is actually fighting it. Technicalities.) ]
Your opponent is me, dragon.
[ Trying to push its way past Kojirou to attack Maki would cost it dearly. Tapping into the mana he absorbed from the dragon's fire breath, the samurai channels all of it into the blade of his sword, which had retracted into its usual shape by now.
The wooden sword glows white hot, the only thing keeping it from exploding into flames being the precise control of mana that the swordsman was managing. Even the air around the sword seems to warp from the heat. There were stories dedicated to the power of dragon fire, and now Kojirou had made it his own. For a while, anyway. ]
So face me!
[ The chain wrapped around his left hand shoots out like a grappling hook, launching itself right at the dragon's neck and wrapping around the giant creature. It isn't nearly enough to strangle a dragon, no, but it is enough to let him reel himself in, sending Kojirou right up at the dragon like he's some Medieval Japanese Spider-man, burning sword brandishing in his right hand. ]
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He can blame the dragon though, for taking its attention off of him and turning to the King who hasn't done anything to offend it. (Apart from healing and buffing the Knight which is actually fighting it. Technicalities.) ]
Your opponent is me, dragon.
[ Trying to push its way past Kojirou to attack Maki would cost it dearly. Tapping into the mana he absorbed from the dragon's fire breath, the samurai channels all of it into the blade of his sword, which had retracted into its usual shape by now.
The wooden sword glows white hot, the only thing keeping it from exploding into flames being the precise control of mana that the swordsman was managing. Even the air around the sword seems to warp from the heat. There were stories dedicated to the power of dragon fire, and now Kojirou had made it his own. For a while, anyway. ]
So face me!
[ The chain wrapped around his left hand shoots out like a grappling hook, launching itself right at the dragon's neck and wrapping around the giant creature. It isn't nearly enough to strangle a dragon, no, but it is enough to let him reel himself in, sending Kojirou right up at the dragon like he's some Medieval Japanese Spider-man, burning sword brandishing in his right hand. ]