"H-Hey! I wasn't finished striking fear into its reptilian heart!" Good grief, didn't anyone else know anything about proper dramatic build-up? Apparently not, but they certainly knew a thing or two about fighting... at this rate their foe would be dead before Owain got a single special attack in! "C'mon, leave some for me!"
He flew swiftly into the fray, sword held ready. Brain or spine, the glowing guy had said... ah, of course! The base of the neck! That had been Grima's weak point, and snakes weren't all that different from dragons, right? They had a lot more neck, sure, but the base of it was still in the same spot. Owain swooped down, effortlessly dodging a sudden thrash of the creature's head--you didn't last long as a Swordmaster without being very good at dodging--and circled around it, touching down just long enough to embed his sword into the back of its neck with a shout of "Binding BLAAAADE!"
The snake writhed violently, and Owain was knocked aside before he could get clear. He hit the ground hard, grunting and rolling a short distance before pushing himself up with a grimace. Nothing broken... but he'd have his share of scrapes and bruises to show for this. Fortunately he'd lost his grip on his sword, and had thus avoided impaling himself when he landed. He cast his gaze about frantically, finally spotting the gleam of metal in the tall grass and scrambling towards it; this battle wasn't over yet, after all. Their foe was dying, to be sure, but it was taking its sweet time, and its agonized thrashing only made it that much more dangerous.
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He flew swiftly into the fray, sword held ready. Brain or spine, the glowing guy had said... ah, of course! The base of the neck! That had been Grima's weak point, and snakes weren't all that different from dragons, right? They had a lot more neck, sure, but the base of it was still in the same spot. Owain swooped down, effortlessly dodging a sudden thrash of the creature's head--you didn't last long as a Swordmaster without being very good at dodging--and circled around it, touching down just long enough to embed his sword into the back of its neck with a shout of "Binding BLAAAADE!"
The snake writhed violently, and Owain was knocked aside before he could get clear. He hit the ground hard, grunting and rolling a short distance before pushing himself up with a grimace. Nothing broken... but he'd have his share of scrapes and bruises to show for this. Fortunately he'd lost his grip on his sword, and had thus avoided impaling himself when he landed. He cast his gaze about frantically, finally spotting the gleam of metal in the tall grass and scrambling towards it; this battle wasn't over yet, after all. Their foe was dying, to be sure, but it was taking its sweet time, and its agonized thrashing only made it that much more dangerous.