DRAGON RAGE: ORIGINS.

[murderbaby]

WHO: Aziraphale, Julius, Val, Mhavos
WHAT: Everyone loves Canadian rappers.
WHEN: Probably around Harvestmere.
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Stop dragon my heart around.

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[overharrowed]

"Risky, but possibly our best chance." Julius mentally runs through his spells, looking for something handy. "A flame blast wouldn't hurt it much as a direct hit. Centered elsewhere, though, it's loud and literally flashy. It might buy us a few moments of divided attention." He wishes he had something better; he knows a lot of mages who would, but his own specialties lend themselves more to traps and dueling other mages.

He glances back at the other three. "If I give a try, are you ready to make a run for it? I can protect our rear if the three of you are a quick about it." They don't have long to decide, based on the loud crack of ice as the drake approaches renewed mobility. "If you can make it to that ridge, we can create a choke point there." Glyphs will be much more effective that w ay; thank the Maker that drakes don't fly, he thinks fleetingly.