[ Adra takes no joy in dragon killing; dragons are thick on the ground--and skies--in Azeroth, and they were often wise protectors, worthy of respect and reverence. But some dragons were mad--with power, with grief, with madness itself. Some were mindless, carnivorous beasts. Adra is a pacifist, but he's not the kind to stand by and let anything slaughter innocents unchecked.
So he is nonplussed when Allen disobeys his directions, but he doesn't have time for questions, only for action. Scowling, he brandishes his rapier in one hand and casts a spell with the other. The spell is a barrier, which pops into place around Allen's body, deflecting the dragon's snapping teeth. The rapier glows with its own magic, and Adra cries out: ]
Repent!
[ The dragon is hit with successive blasts of holy force, which serve to sear through its scales and knock it back, all at once. ]
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So he is nonplussed when Allen disobeys his directions, but he doesn't have time for questions, only for action. Scowling, he brandishes his rapier in one hand and casts a spell with the other. The spell is a barrier, which pops into place around Allen's body, deflecting the dragon's snapping teeth. The rapier glows with its own magic, and Adra cries out: ]
Repent!
[ The dragon is hit with successive blasts of holy force, which serve to sear through its scales and knock it back, all at once. ]
Free yourself. Take it down!