[Sigmund would love to be helping to get these monsters under control, he really would. It's been far too long since he's had a proper fight. Unfortunately, that is going to have to wait a while, because certain nine year old girls in his care pick the worst times possible to run off. This child is going to worry him to death. Which means that, at the moment, he is searching every last inch of the village, attempting to not look like he's not in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. He may just be in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. It's not even a big village! It shouldn't be this difficult to find her!
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
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...Oh. It's Edward. He has a suspicion that this won't be good news.]
....Is that what he thinks it is.]
My lord! ...What... is that following you...?
[But Ed better not have come all the way out here and stopped him just to ask about the Hydrake. This is wasting time he could be spent searching. Ed has about half a minute to start a good explanation, or he's leaving.]
Pointing back towards their house now, because HOLY HELL DRAGON]
My lord, there is a creature attacking the house! We need to get back!
Then move! [And fast, if Edward wants to catch up to Sigmund before he gets there.]
WHY THE HELL IS A DRAGON SMASHING HIS HOUSE AND WHY DOES IT HAVE ARMOR]
Edward doesn't even have time to boggle over how COOL it looks, because hello, dragon, and- ...goodbye, Svala's room. Oh dear.]
He jumps up to the porch roof, and then what's left of the actual roof, and then makes an impressive leap at the creature's head. With any luck, he is going to plant his sword right in this dragon's eyeball. There is a line, Oh Scaly Destroyer of Houses, and you have crossed it.]
And Edward can't actually see that; he's busy trying to stab the underbelly. And he would have succeeded, but the damn dragon stepped to the side to try and char Sigmund in the wreckage, and Edward dives out of the way to avoid getting squashed. Dragons are not the easiest foe to fight, clearly.]
Edward! The legs!
The dragon isn't terribly happy about the gash at the corner of its mouth, but Sigmund certainly is.]
...And Edward probably should have moved. Having a dragon land on you is really unhealthy.]
Unfortunately, Sigmund has his own problems, because putting a big gash in a dragon's face tends to leave one's limbs uncomfortably close to its mouth. It's used the pole of its spear to hold one of his legs down, and Sigmund's shield constantly bashing it in the face is about the only thing protecting him. There are no words for how much he hates dragons.]
Edward, meanwhile, has finally managed to cut himself free, climbing up onto the creature and rising to a crouch, sword half-lifted just in case.]
...Is it done, my lord?
Yes. [He takes a moment to look around him.] As is our house.
...An unfortunate loss.
Edited 2010-08-24 05:14 pm (UTC)