Roen glanced from Khadai to Ser Tabourot, giving the Elezen a quick nod.
She looked to her own armor, checking to make certain her equipment was still mostly intact, slinging her shield back over her shoulder. She could not help but turn her attention back to where she had seen the knights being attacked by the dragon. She felt a tightening of her chest at the thought that the men were being picked off, stranded out in the open.
“I think it is a good possibility,†she answered grimly without looking at the Au Ra warrior. She had never faced them before herself, but the cunning acumen of the dragons--on top of their innate their viciousness--were well recorded in many Ishgardian books of lore. She glanced up towards the sky where the dragonflies had vanished to. “For all we know, the dragon can send his minions back into the encampment when the troops leave.†She sighed, her shoulders sinking. “But a ploy or not, we cannot abandon the other knights to the dragon's mercy.â€
When the paladin spared Khadai a glance, it was with a stern visage that held a warning. “It is wise to assume that the dragon knows this as well. We will be expected.†When he answered her with a silent but undaunted look, she paused, her eyes giving him a once over for injuries. She was still not fully convinced that he belonged in this dragon fight at all, but she did not voice any further objections. It gave her a measure of comfort to know she could rely on him in battle. When she was satisfied that the Xaela bore no wounds, she scanned the rest of the encampment, spotting Bellows along with a few other injured men being ushered toward the back of the camp with the chirurgeons to the shelter of the wooden huts.
Roen turned and walked with Khadai to join the rest of the troops that were getting ready to be deployed, with a few knights gathered around a pile of lumber and briars. Having never seen a true dragon trap before, her attention was drawn to the contraption while Ser Tabourot barked a few more orders around the camp to bring its pieces together.
Some sort of a snare, Roen thought to herself, her eyes following the various pieces of the frame and the cables that were wrapped around it. She tucked away a small curl to her lips as anticipation fought against caution and formed goosebumps along her skin. She could still recall the deep red gleam in the dragon’s eyes when it had landed, its giant frame almost freezing her in place in awe. She could not say whether it was fear or admiration that caught her breath.
“Perhaps this snare will aid us in bringing that thing down,†Roen said quietly to Khadai even as she continued to study its skeleton. “Along with… Ser Vallaincourt’s skills as a dragoon.†She flicked the Au Ra a glance, one that gleamed with guarded excitement. “I have seen the dragoons in battle against the beastkin and scalekin, but never against a true dragon. Their proclaimed skills against their sworn foe is reportedly quite impressive.â€
The paladin glanced past the Au Ra to the firepit that still blazed bright blue, with azure hued smoke still billowing into the air. Signal fire had been lit when the dragon attack began, she could only hope that it was seen by the those it was meant for.
Khadai looked as if he was about to say something when Ser Tabourot walked to the front of the soldiers gathered. His imposing Elezen frame was pulled taut, his expression one of cool determination. His voice cut clearly through the thick tension in the air. “We are moving out!â€
She looked to her own armor, checking to make certain her equipment was still mostly intact, slinging her shield back over her shoulder. She could not help but turn her attention back to where she had seen the knights being attacked by the dragon. She felt a tightening of her chest at the thought that the men were being picked off, stranded out in the open.
“I think it is a good possibility,†she answered grimly without looking at the Au Ra warrior. She had never faced them before herself, but the cunning acumen of the dragons--on top of their innate their viciousness--were well recorded in many Ishgardian books of lore. She glanced up towards the sky where the dragonflies had vanished to. “For all we know, the dragon can send his minions back into the encampment when the troops leave.†She sighed, her shoulders sinking. “But a ploy or not, we cannot abandon the other knights to the dragon's mercy.â€
When the paladin spared Khadai a glance, it was with a stern visage that held a warning. “It is wise to assume that the dragon knows this as well. We will be expected.†When he answered her with a silent but undaunted look, she paused, her eyes giving him a once over for injuries. She was still not fully convinced that he belonged in this dragon fight at all, but she did not voice any further objections. It gave her a measure of comfort to know she could rely on him in battle. When she was satisfied that the Xaela bore no wounds, she scanned the rest of the encampment, spotting Bellows along with a few other injured men being ushered toward the back of the camp with the chirurgeons to the shelter of the wooden huts.
Roen turned and walked with Khadai to join the rest of the troops that were getting ready to be deployed, with a few knights gathered around a pile of lumber and briars. Having never seen a true dragon trap before, her attention was drawn to the contraption while Ser Tabourot barked a few more orders around the camp to bring its pieces together.
Some sort of a snare, Roen thought to herself, her eyes following the various pieces of the frame and the cables that were wrapped around it. She tucked away a small curl to her lips as anticipation fought against caution and formed goosebumps along her skin. She could still recall the deep red gleam in the dragon’s eyes when it had landed, its giant frame almost freezing her in place in awe. She could not say whether it was fear or admiration that caught her breath.
“Perhaps this snare will aid us in bringing that thing down,†Roen said quietly to Khadai even as she continued to study its skeleton. “Along with… Ser Vallaincourt’s skills as a dragoon.†She flicked the Au Ra a glance, one that gleamed with guarded excitement. “I have seen the dragoons in battle against the beastkin and scalekin, but never against a true dragon. Their proclaimed skills against their sworn foe is reportedly quite impressive.â€
The paladin glanced past the Au Ra to the firepit that still blazed bright blue, with azure hued smoke still billowing into the air. Signal fire had been lit when the dragon attack began, she could only hope that it was seen by the those it was meant for.
Khadai looked as if he was about to say something when Ser Tabourot walked to the front of the soldiers gathered. His imposing Elezen frame was pulled taut, his expression one of cool determination. His voice cut clearly through the thick tension in the air. “We are moving out!â€
