[ Bariyan lets Lady's panicked words wash over him. With a serenity born from a lifetime of war, and a gentleness that he was simply born with, he picks Lady up and slings her over a shoulder, doing his best to avoid stabbing her with his pauldrons.
He tries to cast a spell again as he runs, but once more the magic is halted. It's not right. He can -- he thinks he can feel it still within him, but locked away. Or something. He's going to have to have some words with a dragon, he thinks.
Hopefully he'll get the chance to. Green fire strikes down at his heels. Bariyan shifts his grip on both Lady and his axe and picks up his pace, diving into the thickest part of the woods that he can see. ]
Don't look at it! But if you do-- tell me what it's doing!
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He tries to cast a spell again as he runs, but once more the magic is halted. It's not right. He can -- he thinks he can feel it still within him, but locked away. Or something. He's going to have to have some words with a dragon, he thinks.
Hopefully he'll get the chance to. Green fire strikes down at his heels. Bariyan shifts his grip on both Lady and his axe and picks up his pace, diving into the thickest part of the woods that he can see. ]
Don't look at it! But if you do-- tell me what it's doing!