Takasugi looks around - scorched earth frames them. What remains of past attacks is fragile, already dead, ready to dissolve on the wind. Much of it does, a gust from the beast's wings spreading ash in the air around them.
He chuckles.] I don't think cold feet are going to be a problem.
[The dragon looms, a crest of fire spewed into the sky heralding its first attack.
Armed though he is, Takasugi doesn't draw his sword as eagerly as his companion.] Got a plan?
[Not that having one is a necessity - 'run at the thing and kill it' is completely acceptable.]
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Takasugi looks around - scorched earth frames them. What remains of past attacks is fragile, already dead, ready to dissolve on the wind. Much of it does, a gust from the beast's wings spreading ash in the air around them.
He chuckles.] I don't think cold feet are going to be a problem.
[The dragon looms, a crest of fire spewed into the sky heralding its first attack.
Armed though he is, Takasugi doesn't draw his sword as eagerly as his companion.] Got a plan?
[Not that having one is a necessity - 'run at the thing and kill it' is completely acceptable.]