[ A Persona that uses fire spells... and a Persona that doesn't do much of anything at all... (Regardless of their bad hand, they'll have to make at least one good play out of this.)
A Sukunda spell from Arsene manages to slow the dragon nominally, granting them only a handful of extra seconds before it resumes rampaging at full speed. As Ann sprints toward the villager child, Akira presses further ahead, ignoring the stares he receives from the simulated civilians now that he's no longer in their native clothing.
...A from his pistol bullet barely grazes the tough dragonhide, but it seems to annoy the beast enough that it lumbers away from the trajectory of the shot, tail lashing out in a low sweep along the ground in an angry attempt to bat Akira out of the way. The thief barely manages to leap clear (even the tapered end is a tall hurdle), but when it snaps in reverse, it catches him across his back and sends him sailing some several meters away.
He barely has time to drag himself behind a half-standing pile of rubble before he feels a violent blast of heat against his back, singeing his jacket even through the layer of heavy stone... ]
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A Sukunda spell from Arsene manages to slow the dragon nominally, granting them only a handful of extra seconds before it resumes rampaging at full speed. As Ann sprints toward the villager child, Akira presses further ahead, ignoring the stares he receives from the simulated civilians now that he's no longer in their native clothing.
...A from his pistol bullet barely grazes the tough dragonhide, but it seems to annoy the beast enough that it lumbers away from the trajectory of the shot, tail lashing out in a low sweep along the ground in an angry attempt to bat Akira out of the way. The thief barely manages to leap clear (even the tapered end is a tall hurdle), but when it snaps in reverse, it catches him across his back and sends him sailing some several meters away.
He barely has time to drag himself behind a half-standing pile of rubble before he feels a violent blast of heat against his back, singeing his jacket even through the layer of heavy stone... ]