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[reflectionmine]

[you might see a young man out and about camp today. you might also see the bad cgi red dragon flying at him in a manner that suggests he is lunch.

do you help him? or would you prefer not to involve yourself in this circle of life matter?]

[ETA: cocktail party/work. as a warning, will possibly be molasses slow for the next two or so hours that

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[notahero]

[. . . watches]

[notahero]

[it's a special sword >( also, slicing at the dragon]

[reflectionmine]

[you land a hit on the side of the dragon's face. enjoy an angry hurt roar and then watch as it flees into a window and disappears completely]

[notahero]

[. . . well, okay, then]

[sheathes his sword]

Pathetic.

[reflectionmine]

He's -- ! Ah, he didn't want a fight.

[notahero]

It's his fault for flying at me.

[reflectionmine]

I meant -- guess it doesn't matter. Thanks!

[notahero]

I wasn't doing it for you.

[reflectionmine]

Sheesh, don't be so crabby. I'm being grateful! Grateful.

[notahero]

Whatever.

[reflectionmine]

You're that type, huh? Too stubborn!

[notahero]

You're annoying.

[reflectionmine]

And you're a jerk! Like I haven't heard that before.

[notahero]

I'm not surprised.

[reflectionmine]

'tch! Always the same attitude!

[notahero]

[whatever, man]