there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Ronin's teeth bare further as the lions very rudely refuse to trot away and leave the kill to him, and he's just about settled into a position where he might aim a blast of celestial energy their way (out of pride rather than a desire to salvage the luxere carcass) when they are replaced by something somehow worse than anything before now. The dragon's snort of annoyance becomes a seething hiss of fury, and not for the first time in the past few minutes, his hackles raise that he might try to thrash and free himself.
Never needed to hunt with you when I could cut out the middle man and hunt you, he points out, jaws parting to take a wild snap at the duplicate. There's no part of Ronin that doubts whether this is the real thing, and if there was ever an indication that he's out of control, this is probably it.
Never needed to hunt with you when I could cut out the middle man and hunt you, he points out, jaws parting to take a wild snap at the duplicate. There's no part of Ronin that doubts whether this is the real thing, and if there was ever an indication that he's out of control, this is probably it.
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