In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer
His answer doesn’t really help. They report to Morgan, not her. It is Morgan’s job to come get her when it is necessary, so apparently they all need a lesson on hierarchy. Besides, what is she supposed to do against a dragon? An ursur is one thing. One of her least favorite things, to be fair, but at least something she can survive. A dragon? They would need a whole lot more than some bumbling new recruits and their new Warden for such a fight.
Someone suggests luring it out, but the fire seems to do that just fine. Though does he mean out of the gates? Regardless, it is a good idea, and she whirls as the ursur charges, trying to lead it away from the Citadel and out of the gates. Her movements are too slow though and the tusk of the bear catches on her cloak. Shit. The fabric tears free as she stumbles sideways, sending another ball of fire at the ursur and slicing her scythe toward the ursur if it should charge again. She keeps moving backward, trying to lead the ursur away from her people and out of the Citadel.
Someone suggests luring it out, but the fire seems to do that just fine. Though does he mean out of the gates? Regardless, it is a good idea, and she whirls as the ursur charges, trying to lead it away from the Citadel and out of the gates. Her movements are too slow though and the tusk of the bear catches on her cloak. Shit. The fabric tears free as she stumbles sideways, sending another ball of fire at the ursur and slicing her scythe toward the ursur if it should charge again. She keeps moving backward, trying to lead the ursur away from her people and out of the Citadel.
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