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Zaira is showered with gold coins as Vanexsum's sweeping tail crashes into the pile above her. It's covering her and if the dragon keeps up his indirect attack, she'll be buried and unable to escape. Then the gold begins to vibrate and shift on its own. The cave falls silent for a half second and she hears Arean... chanting? Magic, she suddenly realizes. He has to be doing something to harm or at least distract the dragon. Diving away from her hiding spot, her head nearly gets swiped off as the dragon's tail makes another round. He finally turns on her and takes two steps toward her, inhaling as he prepares to breathe fire at her again. She snaps an arrow back, watching it arc. It would have landed, but Vanexsum's green gaze, dark with violence and madness, falls upon her weapon. He grabs the arrow from the air and crushes it in his powerful claws, ignoring the rift that the Skinwaste opens on his scales.
The gold shifts again of its own volition and Vanexsum pulls his head up, his gaze flicking between the two humans. It's clear that Arean is the bigger threat, holding both a sword and magic. "Arcaniss... Si ocuir wux tepoha creol senar di irthir. shar coi ui shafaer vi wharac, ihk dout kurjh itov vucotic ti svabol wux jilg." Zaira takes advantage of his turned head to pull an arrow back. This time, she aims for his shoulder. Vanexsum roars as his scales burn away, but it's again in the wrong spot. Zaira's bold fear of the dragon mixes with her fear of the magic and it messes up her aim. Her muscles are too tense and she cannot find her state of calm in the chaos that is the fight.
The dragon roars and laughs because he can smell the fear spilling from the both of them. In the end, it's Zaira who is more afraid and Vanexsum twists to capitalize on that fact. He wants her head first. "Nomagqe yth jalla visp jacioniv. Coi ornla petranas ve ekess ocuir jacioniv denthanus ghoros jaciv loreatic esostek di wux." Zaira fires more arrows at the dragon, watching the poison-coated tips break holes into his scales. She's poking at him, doing no real harm. Why would Ranir give her such a poison if it was ineffective? She can't dwell on that as fire erupts from the dragon's mouth. Her boots nearly catch in the spray as she leaps away to relative safety. Height would be her advantage, and, without being able to communicate with Arean in any way, she begins to scramble back up to the entrance. She can only hope Arean sees her and acts accordingly, lest the dragon swipe her from her climb and eat her on the spot.
The gold shifts again of its own volition and Vanexsum pulls his head up, his gaze flicking between the two humans. It's clear that Arean is the bigger threat, holding both a sword and magic. "Arcaniss... Si ocuir wux tepoha creol senar di irthir. shar coi ui shafaer vi wharac, ihk dout kurjh itov vucotic ti svabol wux jilg." Zaira takes advantage of his turned head to pull an arrow back. This time, she aims for his shoulder. Vanexsum roars as his scales burn away, but it's again in the wrong spot. Zaira's bold fear of the dragon mixes with her fear of the magic and it messes up her aim. Her muscles are too tense and she cannot find her state of calm in the chaos that is the fight.
The dragon roars and laughs because he can smell the fear spilling from the both of them. In the end, it's Zaira who is more afraid and Vanexsum twists to capitalize on that fact. He wants her head first. "Nomagqe yth jalla visp jacioniv. Coi ornla petranas ve ekess ocuir jacioniv denthanus ghoros jaciv loreatic esostek di wux." Zaira fires more arrows at the dragon, watching the poison-coated tips break holes into his scales. She's poking at him, doing no real harm. Why would Ranir give her such a poison if it was ineffective? She can't dwell on that as fire erupts from the dragon's mouth. Her boots nearly catch in the spray as she leaps away to relative safety. Height would be her advantage, and, without being able to communicate with Arean in any way, she begins to scramble back up to the entrance. She can only hope Arean sees her and acts accordingly, lest the dragon swipe her from her climb and eat her on the spot.