[ Aymeric's hand shifts to his own sword — but he draws it, softly.
They're not well positioned. The walls are too close, and the ground uncertain, and the light of the spell doesn't reach far enough ahead of them. Whatever made that sound, that shuffle of mass, will be hidden until it's close enough to strike at them.
It moves again, quickly, and then pauses — silence. Aymeric tilts his head, relying vainly on his ears, brow furrowed in the spell's light.
It's listening, just as certainly as they are. It almost sounded like—
The shuffling comes fast and frantic, barreling toward them. The snout that appears at the edge of the light is blunted and round, but Aymeric sees what he's been long conditioned to. ]
Dragon—!
[ He reels back, flattening himself against the rock wall as the salamander opens its too-wide maw. An icy mist bursts through the center of the tunnel, close enough that the freezing cold of it is palpable even outside the spray. ]
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They're not well positioned. The walls are too close, and the ground uncertain, and the light of the spell doesn't reach far enough ahead of them. Whatever made that sound, that shuffle of mass, will be hidden until it's close enough to strike at them.
It moves again, quickly, and then pauses — silence. Aymeric tilts his head, relying vainly on his ears, brow furrowed in the spell's light.
It's listening, just as certainly as they are. It almost sounded like—
The shuffling comes fast and frantic, barreling toward them. The snout that appears at the edge of the light is blunted and round, but Aymeric sees what he's been long conditioned to. ]
Dragon—!
[ He reels back, flattening himself against the rock wall as the salamander opens its too-wide maw. An icy mist bursts through the center of the tunnel, close enough that the freezing cold of it is palpable even outside the spray. ]