[You know what? That wouldn't even be the weirdest thing he's ever had to do, and Naren clearly knows what she's doing. No wonder she's the Warrior of Light in her universe. He's just flying by the seat of his pants.
But now isn't the time to stew in his own sense of inadequacy. He nods as crouches, blue tendrils of scaled light rising up to engulf him. When the signal comes, his high jump should be enough to make a dent in the lifeforce of whatever is coming their way.
(That's not the dragoon opener at all, at least weave it you asshole.)]
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But now isn't the time to stew in his own sense of inadequacy. He nods as crouches, blue tendrils of scaled light rising up to engulf him. When the signal comes, his high jump should be enough to make a dent in the lifeforce of whatever is coming their way.
(That's not the dragoon opener at all, at least weave it you asshole.)]