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Post by freya morningstar on Jul 30, 2019 2:52:49 GMT
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she is too focused on the monstrosity before them to notice their unity, their organization. all she can do is watch as lyune is slammed with a critical ice-type attack. the hollow of his neck frosts and he lashes his tail, narrowly missing freya in his rage.
ice settles, bites into his skin, and cools him down rapidly. flames slip through his teeth, dripping embers. the ragged sculpture melts, drips to join the salty sand below, but the damage has been done.
they need a moment of reprieve, a moment for him to collect himself. freya puts a hand on his hind leg and orders a protect. and then she turns sharply, to fernando.
"he needs help before we can send him back in."
lyune's tail twitches; the dragon does not fare well when called weak. but he slashes outward with blue-tipped claws; a shimmering barrier appears in a circle around him, providing himself and freya a few spare moments of recovery.
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