Ahh fuck it. You've been a good audience.
Raya Lucaria - 2 months later
Zelgius the academy entrance guard hated his job. He might have hated the rain almost as much.
Don't get him wrong, he would never be ungrateful for the chance to learn at this wondrous institution. Raya Lucaria was the preeminent domain for learning the arts of sorcery and spell, and was one of the safest places on the continent besides.
Even with the politicking and cutthroat nature of the schools environment, it was still safer up here than it was down and out in the rest of Liurnia. A lack of giant crayfish and glintstone dragons ensured that.
Marika's tits, this place was safer than the entire lands between for that matter. Still doesn't change the fact that he's stuck with the worst gig in the academy.
He turns to his fellow conspectus.
"Hey" Zelgius called his attention
"Yeah" the other sorcerer responded.
"You ever wonder why we're here?" He asked him.
"It's one of life's great mysteries isn't it? I mean, are we really a product of science and evolution as the scholars theorize? The fundamentalist claim the greater will is responsible for creation, and the Erdtree does serve as a physical symbol of proof.
At the same time, there are records predating that, and even records that contradict those records. Are we born of a God whose above us? Or are we just the product of some accidental growth within the cosmos? I don't know, but it keeps me up at night."
Zelgius stared at the man.
"What the fuck are you babbling about?" He asked the man, "I meant why are we standing out here in the rain? Why are we standing Guard at all?" He complained.
"Oh" his fellow scholar responded.
"What all that shite about God?" Zelgius asked him.
"What's the point of asking why we're here if you already know the answer? We're entrance guards. We guard the entrance." The other man shot back, ignoring the question. This just served to incense Zelgius.
He turned towards his fellow guard, "Guarding the entrance from who!? There's no way for anyone to even get into this place without a glinstone key, and they are all accounted for up here! Who the fuck are we supposed to be watching for? Godrick the bloody grafted!" He started to get more worked up the more he talked about it.
"Funny you should say that" a female voice cut across the noise.
Both guards jerked away from their conversation in surprise. Standing on the stairs right in front of them was a woman. Not just any kind of woman.
A beautiful woman. Long blonde hair framing a pretty face, with a downright sinful body on display. The rain that had been pouring down only served to accentuate this, with her wet clothing clinging to delicious curves.
If it weren't for the very real tedium Zelgius had just been dealing with, then he would think he were dreaming.
"What the- how did you get up here!" the other guard demanded. Zelgius nearly threw him over the side of the railing.
Instead he settled for merely elbowing the idiot.
He stepped forward with a smile under his crown. "Greetings fair maiden, I am glintstone sorcerer Zelgius. Might I have the pleasure of knowing who brightens my day with such beauty?"
The woman let out a giggle. Zelgius heart soared. Perhaps today wouldn't be so dull after all.
"Oh wasn't I clear on what was amusing?" She giggled into her hand, before she reached up to her brow. She grabbed some hidden object there and pulled it off. There was a flash of golden light and magic, and then Zelgius was backing up in horror.
The facade of a beautiful maiden had vanished and in its place a nightmarish creature loomed.
It stared down at him with the face of an old man, weathered wrinkled features accompanied by bright golden eyes. As if in mockery of this grace, everything else about it was monstrous.
Massive clawed feet with an equally massive winding feathered tail, twisting up into an amalgam of flesh that supported the old man at the head.
At least seven arms of varying sizes, of which two were carrying axes, the larger a dull gold, and the smaller a solid iron. Most terrifying of all were the two massive dragon heads attached to the creature. One of them even served as its arm! Zelgius tried to run as the creature spoke in a rough low voice, ensuring his damnation.
"I'm Godrick the bloody grafted."
—-
I brought my gilded axe down on the head of the fleeing sorcerer, Zelgius. His stone scholar head shattered, the force of the blow caving his skull in.
The second sorcerer screamed in horror and raised his staff as his compatriot died, the glintstone glowing with celestial energies as he tried to unleash a spell. He had been right to be suspicious, but it's not like that changed the outcome.
My left hand let out a roar as I swung the dragon forward. It's jaw clamped down on the man's top half before he could let off a single shot. I shook my arm back and forth violently before letting go, ripping the man in half and tossing both pieces over the edge of the academy grounds.
With those two out of the way I looked at the entrance to the cuckoo church, the first stop on my trip to the grand library. It had been a long trek to get to this place, but every step I had taken was worth it.
All that was left for me to do was clear my way to Renalla and get myself the great rune, before stamping the full moon queen.
Was there anything else I had to do?
Oh yeah…
"Hey! What's going on out there? I heard shouting!" A voice called from beyond the door.
I reared back and slammed my foot through said door, keeping my forward momentum. The clawed foot stomped into the ground and knocked the sorcerer who had been shouting behind the door off his feet.
I moved forward and brought my axe down right into his midsection. "Do you have 45 minutes to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ!" I screamed out as I ripped upwards and tore the man in half with my gilded blade, his split entrails spilling out of both ends.
…and kill everyone that got in my way.
The rest of the occupants of the room reacted about how you think a room of people would react to having their shit pushed in by a meme screaming grafted monstrosity.
Sorcerers panicked and either ran for their lives or brandished their staffs. I grinned as I raised my bloodied axe. Spells shot towards me, one of which I blocked with my golden weapon, the rest of which I let splash nearly harmlessly against my magically armored hide.
The marionette soldiers dropped from the ceiling in response to my intrusion, and I lurched forward at the nearest one and brought my axe down to break him open and crater what was left against the church floor.
I dragged my left arm to the right side of my body from where I was crouched and let the dragon loose. Fired filled its maw as I stood up and dragged it in an arc across the room, scorching everything in my sight line.
"Hahahah!" I cackled as I let loose the torrent of flames. I caught the rest of the marionettes as well the fleeing sorcerers in the inferno, causing the former to break down and the latter to start screaming and dying. They panicked harder and ran around in vain as the fire got them.
A few of the smarter ones tried to stop drop and roll, but that didn't work out so well for them. After all, that wasn't an effective tactic against a fucking flamethrower that was still shooting.
Maybe they weren't the smart ones then.
Then again, from the looks of things the smoke inhalation probably got them even quicker than normal with those silly stone helmets on. With the threat neutralized I turned towards the exit of the room.
I started for the hallway that would take me outside to the graveyard path, when suddenly I was hit in the back. Pain flared as I staggered forward, and I whipped around to see more spell fire coming from the balconies above. There was a lone conspectus firing down at me with spiraling shots. I growled in annoyance but that quickly gave way to a wolffish grin.
I had something special for this guy.
My latest and greatest graft rose up over my right shoulder with magical energy pouring in its maw. The mage above recoiled at the sight, but he wasn't fast enough to get out of the way in time.
Smarag's draconic head roared as it fired the glintstone cometshard. The blue-green bolt tore through the air like a rocket and blasted right through the mage's midsection as he tried to escape my wrath.
I let out a whoop as it did. If the projectile had been any bigger I would have ripped the man almost clean in half. He was left to stand there at clutch at the now gaping hole that he used to call a torso, blood spurted but there wasn't exactly a heart there anymore, and the man was dead before he hit the ground.
Turning the head of dragon who had been guarding the spare academy key into a shoulder mounted magical flamethrower/railgun was truly one of my more inspired ideas. It hadn't even been as hard as I thought to kill the dragon!
Flashback : a week ago
I crept across the water carefully, mindful not to splash around and make noise. Ahead of me, the glintstone dragon Smarag slumbered atop a nest of rock. I was under the guise of the mimic veil, in the womanly form I was becoming uncomfortably familiar with.
It might not have been the most dignified way to sneak around, but it was undeniably effective, as a certain Leyndell dragon cult knight could attest.
Poor bastard never saw me coming. With a little bit of luck, Smarag wouldn't either.
I had been preparing for this moment all week. I had a simple but efficient plan to bring down the beast, and so I spent the whole time studying its capabilities. More specifically its capabilities relating to when it was sleeping.
How long did it sleep and how deep did it sleep? It would obviously wake up if I was stomping right at it, but how was its hearing while under? It's sense of smell too for that matter? Would it be able to smell the dead dragon parts on me and come running even while I was under the veil?
Once I had the answers to those questions (13 hours, very deeply, it's hearing was alright, it's sense of smell was terrifyingly accurate, and yes but only if I was downwind) I felt confident in my plan to take it down.
So today as it reached what I hypothesized to be the deepest part of its sleep cycle I made my way into his territory.
The closer I got the dragon, the faster my hearts started to beat. By the time I got within 20 feet of him my pulse was thrumming in my ears.
I steeled my resolve and pushed farther forward. I couldn't afford to fuck around out in the wilds forever, and he was standing between me and key to my magical academia, so the he had to die. The sooner I stopped being a pussy about it the better.
I sucked in a breath through my nose in anger at myself in response to those thoughts as I got to be about fifteen feet from the dragon. This slight noise is of course what woke the damn thing up.
It's eyes cracked open and my hearts stopped. As it raised its head I was already running forward while ripping the veil off. The glintstone dragon certainly hadn't been expecting the tiny human who was disturbing it's sleep to suddenly more than triple its size in an instant, while wearing the limbs of its dead kin to boot. The dragon reared back in surprise, a mistake I capitalized on.
I threw my left arm forward, the dragon maw sinking its teeth into Smarag's exposed throat. He let out a cry of pain and I pulled my arm backwards, ripping his head forward and back towards the water.
As the dragon's head moved I pushed off the ground as hard as my legs would let me, swinging myself over the beast's neck as if I was going to try and ride it before slamming my clawed feet into its back.
I stabbed the massive talons into its crystal filled flesh, and my right hand grabbed the haft of my axe and raised it into the air. I wasn't going to even give him a chance.
Smarag roared in agony and tried to surge forward to take flight. I brought my axe down on the joint of its wing, staggering it more and making it flub its take off. The dragon pitched forward into the earth, and I held on for dear life as it did, laughing hysterically in an adrenaline fueled euphoria all the while.
When it crashed into the water I was still hanging onto the beast. I stomped both my feet on its back and then started savagely hacking at its neck with my axe, while the dragon that was my left arm never stoped savaging its throat and pushing its head towards the ground like I was trying to wrestle it.
After three mighty blows the dragon was already not long for this world. It tried to retaliate with flame at the last second, but it was for naught.
Smarag's first gout of magic azure flame in this 'fight' was also his last. It sprayed forth in a brilliant stream that accompanied his death throes, but failed to touch me as I kept its head forcibly pointed away. I slammed my axe into his neck again and the flames choked off with a sputter as the dragon finally started to die.
I pulled the axe out and brought it forward again, another meaty thwack echoing as blood sprayed. I brought it back out and did it again, tearing more flesh apart. I didn't stop, not even when the runes the dragon carried flowed into me, refueling my energy and furthering my strength, while signaling the fight had ended.
I only stopped when the head was at last free from the rest of the body in a (relatively) clean decapitation. The head separated with a tearing of sinew and fell away from the body, which slumped back to the ground as I released it.
I was breathing heavily, and let out a sigh.
One piece down, one to go.
I turned the dragon's body over and brought my axe down on its rib cage. My tools came out and skin peeled back, flesh tore away, and bone was sawed as I fished into it's chest for my prize.
I plucked Smarag's glintstone heart from his chest with a couple feet of blood vessels, then grabbed his head and swung it up over my shoulder. With the parts I had wanted most secured, I then went to retrieve the academy key from the dead body the glintstone dragon had been sleeping on.
Once I had the new head attached to me(I was thinking my shoulder) I would come back. His hide was resistant to magic after all, and I had to assault a magic academy. There was still plenty of flesh left to strip on the dragon, which meant plenty of magic armor for when the time came.
For now, I'd get the key, then go back to my camp and graft the pieces I had right now.
I stepped over the dead sorcerer body and scooped up the silver key adorned in glintstone embellishments with my last free hand. I whistled a merry tune and put some pep in my step as I trudged away.
I knew treating the big fire breathers like Dragons Dogma bosses would work out in my favor.
—-
With the last enemy troubling me in the church dead I turned back around and went for the exit again, this time with no surprise attacks.
Forgoing my ease-of access-veil I smash through the ill fitted doorway leading to the academy graveyard.
The field of head stones covered in murkmen is what greets me. Their shriveled stone bodies turning to slowly lumber at me. Not to threatening with just a couple, but a murkman was just one pebble in an avalanche. Like zombies they would form hordes and try to overwhelm me.
To bad for them I had one too many area of effect attacks. I move into the yard, crushing some of the shamblers' under my feet as I head for the center of the area.
Smarag's head as well as the dragon head on my arm let out twin roars as orange and azure flames burn in their maws. I lift my right arm high, raising my axe skyward before spinning it in a circle. Gathering the storm winds is a move I've long practiced, made even more potent with the dragon flame.
The fire and its magical counterpart swirl around me in a tornado of colored flames, sweeping outwards in a wave when I stomp my foot down causing a minor tremor. The fire washes over a large swath of the graveyard, setting alight what it can. More importantly it knocks back most of the slowly amassing horde, and kills the ones who had been closer to me.
That won't stop the spawns, of course. I'm 90 percent sure that magic is the in-universe explanation for the infinite spawning zombies, but this takes care of the ones right now and gives me the opening I need to get through to the bridge unmolested.
Especially important because I need to wear the mimic veil in order to cross. The simple rope bridge is sturdy enough for people, but it's simply to small and rickety to cross in my now ridiculously proportioned body.
I slap Marika's crown down on my head and haul ass, dashing across the rickety wooden planks as quickly as I can. I have nothing to fear from behind me, but at the end of the bridge in front of me are dogs that are downright feral. I snarl back at the mutts and pump my legs harder.
It'll be easy enough to kill them, but I can't transform back to do so until I'm safely across. I jump over one of the hounds and nearly succeed, but get bitten on the ankle.
"Fuck!" I cry as the illusion starts to dissolve. I snap my other foot out and kick the dog in the face, my heel hitting its eye.
The dog let's go with a cry of pain, but I'm not paying attention already scrambling away and lunging for the metaphorical finish line. I make it across without a second to spare as the illusion from the veil comes undone and my real body is revealed once more.
I go sprawling across the earth from my dive. My feet hang over the edge of the cliff, and I quickly scramble up and over.
I give a shaky laugh in relief, before my eyes narrow in anger on the damn mutt who nearly punked me. My right arms grab hold of the pursuing dog and smash it into the ground, crushing its spine while my dragon arm belches flames at the enemies behind me.
It's not just murkmen over here either. There's a whole pack of dogs and marionette soldiers on overwatch. I raise my axe in front of my face as I'm peppered with arrows, the flechettes piercing between my scales and hitting the softer fleshy parts. I growl at the sharp stings, and have Smarag's head charge a cometshard.
I fire off one, and immediately charge the next, sending the second glintstone projectile roaring right after the first, slamming into the puppets sniper nest. The automatons of the academy are reduced to melty scrap and splinters
I snort in contempt at the puppets as I bring my axe down on one of the mangy mutts rushing towards me. They were almost entirely useless against me. The only positive about them was that they each had six arms a piece. A little proof that even these dumbass sorcerers could occasionally have a good idea.
I catch a second dog in my left hand dragon maw and burn it to cinder, while two more rush forward. I plant my left foot to pivot and whip around, catching both of them midair with the brunt of my tail and sending them sailing away, bodies broken.
Pack of mutts dealt with, I continue stomping forward over the graveyard and never ending tide of slow ambling murkmen. Once again I have both dragon heads let loose their flames as I spin my axe and summon winds. Another blast of multicolored flame and I'm home free, slipping on the veil as I race through the connector and break for the massive water wheel spinning next to the bridge.
There is a monument just past the bridge, and purple magic just barely visible, flickering in and out of existence near it. The gravity magic spins in slow lazy circles, and I'm grateful it doesn't react to my presence on the bridge.
Just means I have plenty of time to charge my draconic cometshard. I take off my mimic veil and begin to do just that. As I get within a certain distance the gravity well comes to life. Glowing brighter rapidly, a sort of spacial shunting noise echoes out as the lord steps into view.
He walked forward wielding an onyx lord great sword, an even unhurried gait. The stone skinned figure towered over an ordinary man, but only just managed to reach the top of my legs. Despite the size difference the alabaster lord gave no inclination that it was afraid, and ceaselessly marched towards me.
When it got close to me it raised its blade and lunged. I was already doing the same with my axe.
We clashed, our blades slamming against each other before we both drew back. His blade hand glowed purple as he went to attempt a sorcery, but I was quicker on the draw. My dragon had already finished charging its blast before we clashed, and I fired the cometshard down at the lord as he went to stab his blade into the earth.
The azure spell slammed into the lord, knocking him back, but the lord proved to be made of sterner stuff than the wizards. He weathered the attack and followed through with his own. Slamming his blade into earth, purple energy manifested in a circle around the point of Impact. The gravity magic dragged everything in a force pull esque move.
The lord was powerful too. Even with my body as jacked up as it was I was still dragged forward, much to my own shock.
I stumbled, throwing out my arms to catch myself. The lord stabbed forward with his blade and stabbed into my body, dangerously close to my core self. I gave a cry as the pain flared.
"Grahh! Stupid fuckin - " I shut myself up almost as soon as I started. Now was the time to focus.
A couple of my hands grabbed the lord hand and arm, struggling with him for the blade. I used my golden axe as a crutch to push up off the ground while I swung my iron one forward, and clipped the alabaster lord in the side.
The lord roared in pain, and then the fucker backhanded me with gravity magic.
His hand briefly glowed purple before he struck outwards and sent me stumbling back, the sword pulling out of my body as I did. The lord raised it high and chased me with the intention of impaling me while I was giving ground.
I used the momentum from his hit to rear back, then came forward with my right foot and kicked the fucker as hard as I could.
Strong he may have been, but able to tank a blow from a dragon he wasn't. The lord went flying back, and I was surging up after him, a battle cry on my lips. I took two big steps forward and slammed my axe down on the alabaster lord's face.
Stone skin cracked and split from the hammerblow. I didn't kill him with that hit but it did some serious damage. The lord went to get up but I wasn't having it. I slammed my axe down again and knocked his head back into the dirt. Then I did it again.
He stabbed up at me in wild desperation and I caught his arm before the blade could reach. My dragon arm clamped down on his side and stomach, and pulled him to the left while keeping his arm stretched to the right.
My axe came down and severed his limb in a spray of blood and a splinter of bone. The blade he wielded fell to ground as I took his arm, and the lord roared in pain. I brought my dragon arm up into the air and slammed him down into the dirt.
Letting go of the gravity wielding creature, I then stepped forward and planted my foot on his legs. Pressing down with a cruel grin, I felt the legs shatter under my ever increasing weight. The lord roared in agony, which tapered off into a cry as I pressed down with everything I had and crushed them entirely.
A waste of good legs for sure, but I had his arms and I hadn't needed new legs for a while now. Any damage I had taken to my current ones had been 'healed' with Smarag's stripped flesh.
The lord breathed slowly in gasping wheezes that grated on my ears. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before bringing my axe down again, this time crushing his skull entirely.
Job done, I let the beginnings of a tired smile break out on my face.
I huff and puff, grabbing the body and moving to sit down on the stone monument he appeared in front of. My tail makes things a little awkward but it's nothing I'm not used to at this point. I settle in and start to work on the first arm of the lord.
It's nothing to complicated, clean up the wound for attachment and and find a good spot for it. The mangled shoulder needs attention, but the joint itself is relatively unmarred.
I end up sticking it lower in my body then you'd expect. I needed some lower hands for reach and access to things I simply couldn't get while being huge as fuck.
'Truly suffering from success', I snorted. I fit the limb into place and anchored it, sending my rune through it and bringing it it life. The arm jerked around a few times, and once I had control I grabbed the lord's blade off the ground and put the hilt into my new hand. I gave a couple test swings of the new blade.
The positioning and size of the blade and arm means I couldn't really get it to work for anything other than some minor slashes, but it would be useful for anything that got to close.
Once that was taken care, I hoisted the body and got to work cutting the left arm off and grafting it onto me. I was much happier to get another new left. My dragon arm meant I had been dealing with a lot less finesse on my left side than I was used too.
Don't get me wrong, having the dragon there was and still is absolutely necessary to my health and safety. Aside from my favorite axe it was pretty much my only means of deterrent against the various unwashed abominations of the lands between. Also it's metal as fuck.
I graft the lord's left arm to mirror the right and then I go to toss it aside. However, right before I'm done I remember to open up the fuckers chest and take a peek at his heart. There's power in these parts I've come to find. Not just with my recent edition from Smarag either. The heart that I had gotten from..
Man I really need to think of a name of the dragon I grafted in Stormveil. Maybe I'd call him Larry, or perhaps Jeff.
Whatever, the point was that magic creature hearts gave power. Wasn't anything spectacular, I wouldn't suddenly have Radahn's powers, but every little bit counted when you were me. One day I wouldn't need to bother with this. I'd have all the skill I needed to access real power.
However, until I learn how to really work magic, that's just fantasy. Once I have control of the academy there will be plenty of opportunities to learn. For now I just need to keep pressing forward.
I step onto the wheel and rode it up to the top, my size briefly causing it to strain and slow. When I reached the next level of the academy I stepped forward and off the wheel. It was a bit strange. Like riding an escalator mixed with a carnival ride.
As I approach the classroom library, I idly kick a foraging wretch, sending him into his own pile of gathered crystals. Heh, ten points to Gryffindor.
Then I was slipping my veil on and off again as I made my way through the schoolhouse classroom and into the hall where I began cutting through more sorcerers.
Evidently they had been informed and reinforced, as there were far more than just 6 wizards and one jar. There were dozens of stone heads, and a contingent of fucking cuckoo knights marching forwards to tank for them.
They had been waiting for me, and I was met with a barrage of spell fire the second I stepped into the hall. I half turn and raised my tail as a shield as I moved down the hall. Once I'm close enough I drop it and lunge forward.
My battle crazed laughter shakes the room as I rush through it, a whirlwind of blades and teeth. I don't put out dragonfire to avoid burning down the books I want to read, but that doesn't mean they don't serve as excellent physical weapons.
My decision to layer myself in swaths of Smarag's scales has payed off, as the magically resistant hide lets me charge forward with reckless abandon, soaking spellfire with little damage taken.
In fact, by the time I cleared out everyone between me and the entrance to the debate parlor, the only real wound I had taken was from being stabbed by one of the cuckoo's blades.
A minor wound that missed anything substantial, and considering all the new grafting material I had in these knights? We can trade it like that just fine.
I sever the limbs of the dead knights. I hadn't been aiming with the thought that they were even worth grafting, so a couple arms are crushed or missing.
I'm left with a haul of about 6 left arms and 4 rights. All in all that means I can I make two new left arms from the cuckoo corpse arms, and maybe one slightly longer than average right.
A good haul I'd say, considering I hadn't thought I'd find any real limbs worth adding in this place. The sorcerer limbs were pretty much useless. Turns out unfit to graft meant more than just prejudice. Needed to have a certain level of muscle in a human limb to get an effective graft out of it. Needless to say most sorcerers didn't qualify.
Nerds were useful for their knowledge, not their muscles, and I couldn't graft their brains or else I wouldn't have any reason to learn magic. I'd just zombie the knowledge from em at that point.
Ah well, a Lord can dream.
I graft the individual arms together to create more properly sized limbs, then added em onto my body. The process for this begins with removing the hands on the limbs that won't serve as your, well, hand. It's important not to take off to much though. You needed the wrist joint to get proper limb articulation where it connects to the next piece.
This can get a little fucky when you consider that you're also bending that same arm at three other wrist joints, three elbows joints, and three shoulders joints. That's 9 articulation points per arm, for just these ones. The fact that I could control it all was ridiculous.
If there's one thing Godrick could boast, it's that his brains ability to not explode trying to deal with all of the sensory feedback he was getting across his massive body was insane.
Maybe the greater will compensated for his shitty body by making his brain tough as nails? And then Godrick specced into a strength build anyway using grafting, rather than just going for magic?
Well, good thing I'm here to fix that.
I trudge into the debate parlor with the mimic veil on. I'm starting to get annoyed by having to keep taking it on and off.
When I step in Radagon's red wolf turns and catches sight of me. I'm pretty sure it thought I was Marika, because it bounded forward happily, until it's nose caught a whiff of my scent.
It dropped low and raised its hackles, before letting out a series of barks. I reached up and removed the veil, revealing my true form still dripping with sorcerer gore. The wolfs growl got deeper as if bared it's fangs.
I just stared at the wolf with a bored expression on my face. Did I even want to bother fighting Radagon's mutt? Did I really want to graft this thing?
The wolf's mouth glowed and its magic sword formed, before leaping into the air with a howl. I stared at the blade, and then started laughing. I moved back as the wolf came crashing down and then lunged at it with my axe. It jumped back and began to circle me as I leered at it.
Well, looks like I already had my answer. I Idly spun my axe.
"Oh fuck it. What's one more head for the chimera?"
The wolf growled and leapt with its blade. I lunged to meet it with my weapon, both of my dragons roaring defiance.
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so yeah. That's my big action packed chap. Hope u lik.
