[ It was worth a try, in his mind. It would have gotten the thing down on the ground, at the very least. But it also told him the thing might be succeptible to some of the other magics he’d picked up, if he could get closer. Not tnhat he particularly wanted to do that, but it was an option. A distraction technique, at worst.
He could lob another fireball at it, he thinks as he watches it approach, his mind racing. But this is also an opportunity to try something else he hasn’t gotten to use outside of his own personal training just yet. He stays out of the range of the dive - it seems to be focused on either Hilda or Claude at the moment, he thinks, although he’s not sure which and he doesn’t have time to look.
Instead he keeps his gaze locked on the dragon, calling on his fire magic until it coats the spear in his hand, heating the metal and flickering along the slim line of it. Imbuing it with his magic. When the dragon gets within range, he draws back…
…And lets the spear fly, launching it like a javelin directly at the joint where wing meets body, all his strength behind it. He keeps his focus unwavering, willing it to hit its target, to sink deep despite the protective scaled hide the creature has.
And it seems to work, because the creature suddenly lists sharply to slam into the ground with a pained roar that echoes in the air around them. He can’t see it, it’s kicked up too much dust around it, but he can hear it, and he calls out to the others, even as he’s already racing towards it. ]
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[ It was worth a try, in his mind. It would have gotten the thing down on the ground, at the very least. But it also told him the thing might be succeptible to some of the other magics he’d picked up, if he could get closer. Not tnhat he particularly wanted to do that, but it was an option. A distraction technique, at worst.
He could lob another fireball at it, he thinks as he watches it approach, his mind racing. But this is also an opportunity to try something else he hasn’t gotten to use outside of his own personal training just yet. He stays out of the range of the dive - it seems to be focused on either Hilda or Claude at the moment, he thinks, although he’s not sure which and he doesn’t have time to look.
Instead he keeps his gaze locked on the dragon, calling on his fire magic until it coats the spear in his hand, heating the metal and flickering along the slim line of it. Imbuing it with his magic. When the dragon gets within range, he draws back…
…And lets the spear fly, launching it like a javelin directly at the joint where wing meets body, all his strength behind it. He keeps his focus unwavering, willing it to hit its target, to sink deep despite the protective scaled hide the creature has.
And it seems to work, because the creature suddenly lists sharply to slam into the ground with a pained roar that echoes in the air around them. He can’t see it, it’s kicked up too much dust around it, but he can hear it, and he calls out to the others, even as he’s already racing towards it. ]
It’s down!