There is nothing clever about killing the undead. Sometimes, you must be as brutal and merciless as you can be to take care of a problem. Lady Vanille is quite skilled in the arcane arts. [He eyes her.] Though she can keep her calm in combat, the horsemen is ... a different kind of foe.
[He can't help but smirk a little.] You mistake a playful jab for a dagger. I do not know what kind of breathe a black dragon spews. Nore am I famaliar with dragon physiology. Also, if I may be so bold, being the last of your line does not grant you any special powers; [as he finishes of his sentence his voice slowly fades and he takes on a hurt expression upon his face.] it only entitles you to responsibility.