(So he refused. Unfortunate; Cecil takes no pleasure in slaying his kin, but if the elder dragon won't listen to reason, then there's little choice in the matter. Dual blades crackle with draconic energy as the kobold swiftly dodges the projectile to the side.)
So be it.
(A cross of blades and the hunter is wrapped in an aura of his own, his speed greatly increased as he closes the distance between himself and his target, his approach marked with a whirlwind dash of blade slashes.)
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So be it.
(A cross of blades and the hunter is wrapped in an aura of his own, his speed greatly increased as he closes the distance between himself and his target, his approach marked with a whirlwind dash of blade slashes.)