[ Soren darts away from the arrow as Cú does and flashes his eyes at the enemy. It is another arachne making his way up the walls, twisted in shape by a growing Cwyld infection, lucky in that he was one of the few monsters who managed to both sneak past the moss and avoid the flame's trajectory. Their weapons can still penetrate Cú's magical attack.
The small dragon counters with a big gulp of hot air and ejects his bright, searing breath at the foe who tried to stick an arrow in his companion — a plume of explosive orange flame, even though he is not, as far as he has come to understand, a fire dragon. The arachne is then immolated to a crisp, the stench of his infection burning alongside his cindered insect body. Soren's eyes pop wide as he ends his attack. ]
My breath changed...?
[ Behind him, another spear tipped with a familiar tar-colored substance aims for the middle of his back, but he hasn't got the time to react properly. ]
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The small dragon counters with a big gulp of hot air and ejects his bright, searing breath at the foe who tried to stick an arrow in his companion — a plume of explosive orange flame, even though he is not, as far as he has come to understand, a fire dragon. The arachne is then immolated to a crisp, the stench of his infection burning alongside his cindered insect body. Soren's eyes pop wide as he ends his attack. ]
My breath changed...?
[ Behind him, another spear tipped with a familiar tar-colored substance aims for the middle of his back, but he hasn't got the time to react properly. ]