( Here he is, bracing himself to be bowled over by a giant bleeding swine, thighs tensed, sword arched, spine bowing forward, eyes target-locked and preparing for impact — but then right before the beast clears the space between them, an rush of frigid cold blows by. Where once was a view of trees and pigs, in a blink, there is only ice as solid as stone, sucking the warmth from the air.
He double-takes, baffled, bowled over by confusion rather than hog. His eyes jerk up toward the source of the voice, and he sees--
Well, he's not actually fucking sure what he sees. A girl, or a lizard — some combination of the two, nearly as bizarre as the Drow he met on the first carriage ride here. Not quite as bizarre as the shark man, but for fuck's sake, how many different non-human types are there running around here?
That's not the most pressing issue, though. What's pressing is those orbs circling around her that quickly begin to look an awful lot like fire. He points his sword at her accusingly, and shouts- )
You hit me with one of those flaming fucking balls, and it'll be the last thing you do!
( It's the first hint of fear he's shown since he's been here. Not even the boars inspired it. )
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He double-takes, baffled, bowled over by confusion rather than hog. His eyes jerk up toward the source of the voice, and he sees--
Well, he's not actually fucking sure what he sees. A girl, or a lizard — some combination of the two, nearly as bizarre as the Drow he met on the first carriage ride here. Not quite as bizarre as the shark man, but for fuck's sake, how many different non-human types are there running around here?
That's not the most pressing issue, though. What's pressing is those orbs circling around her that quickly begin to look an awful lot like fire. He points his sword at her accusingly, and shouts- )
You hit me with one of those flaming fucking balls, and it'll be the last thing you do!
( It's the first hint of fear he's shown since he's been here. Not even the boars inspired it. )