[PQ] Against the Dying of the Light

R O N I N

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Well fuck.

Ronin barely had the chance to throw himself to the side before arrows were flying, lions were roaring and all chaos was loose in his bloody future guildhall. "Watch the floor!" Perhaps he'd knocked himself on the head, given that his voice rang out to scold Remi of all people, admonishing the giant effing lion whose claws were currently scratching the woodwork.

Alistair 's arrow would hit its mark. Regrettably, given that the golem was made from wood and stone, it did little other than ping irritatingly off the creature's bulk. The lion, however, was more than enough of a handful, and the golem roared and tried to slam at the feline with its huge fists. Their struggle brought them into the light of Ronin's conjuration ring - and at once things changed.

The golem's stone and wooden skin began to singe and smoulder, issuing a bellowing cry from the thing. Ronin blinked, then grinned and nodded to Alistair.

"Herd it outside towards the light!" he called.

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