His head slowly turned to see Kharveryos forming itself back together. His triumphant face fell. "Shit."
Roman, unfortunately, was the nearest combatant. He went flying at the behest of Kharveryos's reformed claws, hitting the same broken baklava table that Zale had made his unfortunate landing on.
He just lay there for a moment, glaring at the dragon, hating his life.
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His head slowly turned to see Kharveryos forming itself back together. His triumphant face fell. "Shit."
Roman, unfortunately, was the nearest combatant. He went flying at the behest of Kharveryos's reformed claws, hitting the same broken baklava table that Zale had made his unfortunate landing on.
He just lay there for a moment, glaring at the dragon, hating his life.