super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
It seemed like a sound enough plan. Flanking maneuvers were generally successful, but they usually required numbers. How could both of them take this thing out, even with the dragons? The thought of losing faded away beyond reach, and all Lavitz could do without risking additional pain in his shoulder was breathe a soft Yeah and take off as directed. Agony spiked through his damaged side, but there was nothing to do but push forward, stepping just shy of the dinosaur's line of sight beyond its tail.
Only when he could pick up the scent of scorched flesh did he really see the extent of the damage-- little of it though there was. Then it wasn't weak to fire, and its skin was tough enough to withstand a wyvern's breath. With that taken into consideration, he waited until he could just barely make out Kiernan far too close to the beast's front -- Faram damn it, no time for a strategy -- and High Jumped.