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“Yeah?” Nate calls after the purple dragon after yet another little hissy fit. “Bacha ma culo, scaly!” His arm crackles away into nothing again, Nate confident enough with the two little dragons to shift his focus back to their ragtag group. A soft smile spreads over his face as he wraps a shoulder around Azrael and gently starts to tug them in the direction of the slime, the task at hand suddenly remembered, when the ground shakes, and the aforementioned hissy fit takes on a more sinister slant.
Nate stiffens and all but drags Azrael along, his eyes focused in the direction of the shifting and his body carefully placed between it and the others. “We should keep moving, yeah.” He sucks his teeth and narrows his eyes at the dragons, suspicious of them all over again. “We don’t want to meet whatever that is.”
Nate agrees that they should keep moving and drags Azrael along with them, he does not wanna meet the big thing
Nate stiffens and all but drags Azrael along, his eyes focused in the direction of the shifting and his body carefully placed between it and the others. “We should keep moving, yeah.” He sucks his teeth and narrows his eyes at the dragons, suspicious of them all over again. “We don’t want to meet whatever that is.”
Nate agrees that they should keep moving and drags Azrael along with them, he does not wanna meet the big thing
NATE
