@MalkinMuse Dragoon’s head would hang, and shortly after, the energy in his palms would diminish with the halting of shivering fingers,
As opposed to true Reploid destruction, the dragon’s body had shut down.
His body sat there. Silently.
Shut down.
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@AnsatsukenFlame —
have been little more than a mosquito’s bite worth of damage, but she banked it all on that hit compromising his remaining fortitude.
As for Felicia? She’d land on her face and begun the slow process of struggling back to feet, fatigued and worn out.
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@AnsatsukenFlame —
grazing with cuts from their wings, but once close enough to the impaled Dragoon she’d take into a high leap and throw out a hindleg for Malzeno’s maw, enacting a complete kung-fu pose… before hitting the ground with a graceless tumble. To the martial arts wyvern, it may
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@MalkinMuse The fire soon died down, and there was only dust. Dragoon was patient, knowing this for was unpredictable, but for how long, and with what result of his attack?
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@AnsatsukenFlame —
process of a Nergigante’s spike growth, a full mane of deathly spears formed before long to replace what was lost. With but a flick of the body to loosen them and set them free, Felicia’s retort would be the ruthless hail of a hundred torso-sized spikes.
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@AnsatsukenFlame —
to impact upon was the charred and blighted feline, costume little more than tatters as her still-raised arm was singed and burnt before eventually going limp and useless, blighted to the bone. This pain, however, inspired adrenaline.
Adrenaline nurtured the
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