[ Adra's too disoriented by the sudden rush of mana to fuss about the untoward way Gil had pawed at him, though he still feels a lingering sense of hands on various parts of his body. No time to dwell on it, though, because that sure is a motherfucking dragon perched right over there. An enormous, three-headed motherfucking dragon.
Adra's eyes widen as he stares at it, as he detects nothing in its expression and demeanor outside of unadulterated rage. That thing was gearing up to kill them. ]
Of course. Of course there's a damned dragon!
[ He draws his rapier, but he's looking to Gil and Saber. He's no true combatant, after all. Still, he's fought hydras before. ]
We--and by 'we', I mean 'you two'--must go for its heads. Understood?
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Adra's eyes widen as he stares at it, as he detects nothing in its expression and demeanor outside of unadulterated rage. That thing was gearing up to kill them. ]
Of course. Of course there's a damned dragon!
[ He draws his rapier, but he's looking to Gil and Saber. He's no true combatant, after all. Still, he's fought hydras before. ]
We--and by 'we', I mean 'you two'--must go for its heads. Understood?