Luster

In the midst of the fighting, William crept away, seeking shelter in a nearby cave. He knew if any dragon got so much as a cut, they would be dead by midnight. So why bother and try to kill one oneself? He tied his mount to a stalagmite and pulled his lunch out of the saddlebag.
 
In the midst of the fighting, William crept away, seeking shelter in a nearby cave. He knew if any dragon got so much as a cut, they would be dead by midnight. So why bother and try to kill one oneself? He tied his mount to a stalagmite and pulled his lunch out of the saddlebag.
(What do you mean? If a dragon even gets cut slightly the dragon will die?)
 
(What do you mean? If a dragon even gets cut slightly the dragon will die?)
(Mostly a deep cut. The disease kills pretty quickly once it's in the bloodstream, but a slight cut would only result in some lightheadedness. Also, a dragon's skin is like chainmail, so it would take quite a bit of force to make a deep cut. Like falling on a javelin, grabbing the blade of a sword, taking an arrow to the knee, ect.
 
With a roar of fury, Thorn spun around batted away the small dragon that had attacked him and sunk it's teeth into his tail. That was a mistake, you fool! He turned, lifted into the air, dropped back down on the dragon, and dug his claws in. The dragon went limp underneath him and he turned quickly, throwing himself back into the fight.
 
Jezebel called Hera.(Oh wait, she doesn't exist yet XD)
Jezebel called a random person. "Bring me the "Magic mirror." She used the codename for the one device that for some reason still worked in an atmosphere of magic. It had been given her by Lord Byron-it probably had something to do with his fairy slaves. She was getting tired of trying to decipher the emotions coming from Thorn.
 
(I was thinking it is literally an ornate mirror which shows the perceptions of any creature which has given a drop of blood to it.)
 

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