[ He scoffs, all the while extremely vigilant in watching the ripples along the water, and how they move. Lohengrin lays squarely across his back: a rather large and ornate broadsword. He's right: whatever this thing is, it's large, and he has to make sure to steady himself on his feet so that he doesn't go tumbling forward or backward into the water.
He draws said sword at the exact moment he catches first sight of those scales, drawing flames across its surface and preparing to strike as it lunges straight towards them. ]
Just how massive is this beast?! [ He can't see the end of it, for one. ]
[ He shrugs. It's not unheard of for people to wear only ceremonial blades. He doesn't know your life. ]
I don't think anything of you at all.
[ No sooner does he flatly state that response than does the beast break the surface, its jaws wide, hungry and dripping sheets of seawater. Koltira's eye catches on the flames; for his part, he calls forth ice. Lunging to meet their enemy, he swings Byfrost in a sweeping strike that sends frozen spikes jabbing up through the serpent's belly. Blood streams down the ice, spattering the deck. The serpent thrashes, but its head is intact, and its jaws snapping nevertheless. Not quite dead. ]
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koltira - intro log nov 2017
Do you think this sword is just for decoration?
[ He scoffs, all the while extremely vigilant in watching the ripples along the water, and how they move. Lohengrin lays squarely across his back: a rather large and ornate broadsword. He's right: whatever this thing is, it's large, and he has to make sure to steady himself on his feet so that he doesn't go tumbling forward or backward into the water.
He draws said sword at the exact moment he catches first sight of those scales, drawing flames across its surface and preparing to strike as it lunges straight towards them. ]
Just how massive is this beast?! [ He can't see the end of it, for one. ]
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I don't think anything of you at all.
[ No sooner does he flatly state that response than does the beast break the surface, its jaws wide, hungry and dripping sheets of seawater. Koltira's eye catches on the flames; for his part, he calls forth ice. Lunging to meet their enemy, he swings Byfrost in a sweeping strike that sends frozen spikes jabbing up through the serpent's belly. Blood streams down the ice, spattering the deck. The serpent thrashes, but its head is intact, and its jaws snapping nevertheless. Not quite dead. ]