[Nidhogg, or rather, the enraged shadow of the beast that was once Nidhogg, was no longer capable of reason. One goal, one track, and nothing was going to shake him from it, not even death itself.
Perhaps Halone herself heard that silent prayer, for the blade struck... But the dragoon didn't fall. Injured, terribly so, the shriek of pain both hideously inhuman, and painfully familiar all at once, but he did not collapse.
But then, nothing had come easy to them, not before and certainly not now. This time the blood he spat was his own, as he wrenched himself away, Naegling having just barely missed its target, and instead found itself having sunken just right of its target.
The wings flared, and in the blink of an eye, man became dragon as the wyrm hurled himself into the sky, his wounds leaving vibrant splashes of red in the snow. Fleeing, so it would seem, he'd been far, far too careless.]
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Perhaps Halone herself heard that silent prayer, for the blade struck... But the dragoon didn't fall. Injured, terribly so, the shriek of pain both hideously inhuman, and painfully familiar all at once, but he did not collapse.
But then, nothing had come easy to them, not before and certainly not now. This time the blood he spat was his own, as he wrenched himself away, Naegling having just barely missed its target, and instead found itself having sunken just right of its target.
The wings flared, and in the blink of an eye, man became dragon as the wyrm hurled himself into the sky, his wounds leaving vibrant splashes of red in the snow. Fleeing, so it would seem, he'd been far, far too careless.]