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Sweat, increased of heartbeat, the slow, yet ever wary footsteps that lead toward retreat.
The Khajit--calm and kindly had almost instantly lost his interest amidst his frenzy, and was instead drawn back toward Ettono.
He could smell her fear, it made her skin glisten like a turkey leg coated in butter. Of course, she looked like something that was much more fun to bite.
He mimicked her footsteps directly behind her, slowly hovering his arms over her sides--giving her an essential hover-hug while he pointed his daggers both at her stomach. Ahh~ All he had to do was stab in. What sort of face would she make? Curious curious curious...~
When he heard the werewolf address Ettono he couldn't help but feel a little bit agitated. Too many eyes, and he definitely can't outrun a werewolf. .... Hm, unless he got on her horse. It's not far, but it also showed a clear disdain toward him, meaning it's a trained war-horse. So as convenient of an answer that it is, the time to actually jump onto it, force it to obey, and the reaction time of the werewolf friend was going to be far too great.
..... Was he forgetting something? He felt a very clear absence of
something.
Retrace your steps, but remain focused. So what were you doing before this? ... ...... Dammit, he doesn't know. Besides, there is something way more fun to focus on right here.
Then he heard the roar.
All of his thoughts were suddenly torn to shreds, followed by a sobering---numb feeling as he looked up to see the pure black mass above him. Shock blended into terror, which then clumsily mixed itself with excitement--it was a new prey, but... somehow, he knew he couldn't take this thing, whatever it was.
No, he knew exactly what it was. An unbeatable opponent---an immortal and SUPPOSED to be extinct
DRAGON.
And no, contrary to popular belief, they were not related, and if they were, Argonians were disowned ages ago. That was a joke. Ha. Ha. Hist, even his jokes are running dry.
Then, he saw the blue flame steadily approach both Ettono and himself. ---No, it was frost breath, not fire. He could hear the ice chingling against the ground. .... Which was so much worse for him.
Everything---somehow--slowed itself even more severely as the numbing feeling in his head was whisked away and drew into a sudden, violent panic. His thoughts were racing at a mile a minute. Was he actually... afraid?
Didn't he feel this before? But where?
The river, that's right, he was supposed to die today. Looks like death is persistently nipping at his heels.
He should run. No, he should have already been running. It's already way too close.
He was already twisting his body in preparation for his move, before he got a flash of---her.
This hard-headed girl that, for reasons she refuses to share(beyond the wanting of a companion--which isn't enough in his books) decided to save him. ... Heh, even with how much she openly declares her hatred toward him, it's sad to say that she was probably one of the only people that actually gave a damn about his existence. ....
He had a debt to pay, didn't he?
He took a deep breath, and twisted his body so that he'd use the arm that was already hovering over her to instead firmly hook around her body before trying to throw her full force out of the way. Of course, with him interacting with her at all, he became briefly visible.
He gave her a somber smile, "Looks like iced lizard is on the menu."