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Raemos would have responded but he was stunned. He felt enervated, lost in a sort of numb nothingness as the sky seemed to whirl about him, an infinite bright void above him. It was all he could do to breathe in and out as an unpleasant feeling began to bubble up from his stomach.
The feeling, the sensation, let him know that he was not, in fact, dead. But how? How was he not dead, when he had been surrounded by big toothy dragons? He heard Grrel's voice and tried to vaguely turn towards it, too confused and muddled for much more than vague-ness.
Spell...? Spell. She said he'd cast a spell. He'd cast a spell? But warriors weren't supposed to cast spells. He was a warrior, wasn't he? He stared dazedly at the unchanging sky, as the feeling spread to his chest, and then his head and became mere unpleasantness that prickled along his body and skin, and churned in his stomach.
Meanwhile, the remaining dragon snarled, circling. It was cautious but it was a dragon - it would not give up or in. The khehora upstart would die, and the dragon would bring news of its comerade's deaths - and its victory - back to its clan. And get all the prestige and power that they would have had. All to itself. The dragon liked the sound of that. It began to speed up into a blur, the air around it electified into Ozone. It had to be tricky. It had to be smart...
But...
It was a dragon. And it would prevail.
It dashed behind her, sped faster than the eye with its kiandri magic, hoping to flank grrel and take her down...
