06-07-2018, 01:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-07-2018, 01:36 AM by Castor Phecda.)
The drake reacted to his thrust but hit the shield instead of taking off his hand. His next thought was to slash at the drake’s neck, under the shield, but he heard Dalton yelling something from the other side of the boat.
Don’t cut them? He repeated in his mind. Dalton’s next sentence was cut off. He was saying that they could smell... something. He remembered something Casanov had said earlier about sharks. If drakes had the same sense of smell, a bleeding drake would draw more to the ship.
He held his ground, not sure how to proceed. After bouncing off Castor’s shield, the drake seemed to lose some of its fervor and swam away to the rocks.
He took the opportunity to check on Dalton and the others who seemed to be handling another drake in a similar fashion. He also looked up at the cliff to see if he could find the source of the yelling. He wondered if Kage was in trouble. At the moment, they could not safely join him on the cliff, one of the drakes having cut off their path.
Don’t cut them? He repeated in his mind. Dalton’s next sentence was cut off. He was saying that they could smell... something. He remembered something Casanov had said earlier about sharks. If drakes had the same sense of smell, a bleeding drake would draw more to the ship.
He held his ground, not sure how to proceed. After bouncing off Castor’s shield, the drake seemed to lose some of its fervor and swam away to the rocks.
He took the opportunity to check on Dalton and the others who seemed to be handling another drake in a similar fashion. He also looked up at the cliff to see if he could find the source of the yelling. He wondered if Kage was in trouble. At the moment, they could not safely join him on the cliff, one of the drakes having cut off their path.