ETTING   OME   O   LFANDRA

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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 4

The Guardian, sensing Cira's temporary hesitation, launches itself at this being who has DARED to attack it. Its leap is very low, almost right about the ground, and aimed at Cira's legs; the hanging belly plates do drag a bit, but not enough to slow the leap down appreciably.

As an added precaution, the creature activates a little-used capability of its nervous system to generate electric fields. It could not be kept up for long, but perhaps it would stun this intruder.

As much as the Guardian hated to admit it... it was having the most challenging fight in decades, and was enjoying every minute of it. Very few beings had managed to cause as much damage as this one had done.

After it had feasted on its opponent's flesh, perhaps it would give the bones a decent burial.

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Shyriath groggily comes to. He is disoriented and confused, at first... one moment, he'd been lying on the ground bleeding, and the next, he was mostly healed. And the Guardian, where's the Guardian?...

Suddenly, he sees it... fighting Cira. Shyriath can only guess... and hope... that his savior is Alfandran, as any other beings here would likely be Sa'arunai'itai or their creations, and this didn't have the look of either.

Either way, he seems to have saved Shyriath's tail.

The pale green dragon watches as the Guardian gathers itself, then leaps at Cira. Not wanting to see it manage to disembowel his only potential ally in this place, Shyriath reacts the only way he can, gathering up wha telekinetic force he can muster...

The Guardian is suddenly smacked out of its flight path by some massive and invisible force, and hurtles straight into a tree. It emits a low, groaning sound, but it soon on its feet again, shaking its head to clear it.