In the shadows, an unseen threat watched as the battle raged. His four glowing red eyes showed no signs of emotion other than ammusement, even as some of the dragons fighting were injured or killed. Droll watched for a bit, then decided he would join in the fun. Someone back in Caronia had recently hired him to aid in the war, but he was still a Rouge and a killer through and through. He had been told who the Caronian warriors were so he knew who not to attack. He waited for an opening where one Pelendavian let their guard down or made themselves vulnerable. He saw one smaller dragon fleeing the fight and jumped at the oppertunity. He bolted out of his hidding place and let out an absolutely terrifying roar. He streaked up towards his target's belly, spraying flames and his talons extended to their fullest.
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