Pitch shouts in pain at the flames. The burning, the heat... It hurt. He looks at the dragon, murder in his eyes. He should run. Everything said run. If he wanted to live, he would run. But this thing had assaulted his family, assaulted his friends. And Pitch wasn't going to let that stand.

"Everybody, scatter! Dilos, try to slow it down! Glare!" Pitch says, dashing across the field. Everybody scatters except Thales, actually running AT the beast, dual shell blades ready to cut the thing to ribbons. Shovel burries straight down. Carn flies upwards and away, trying to put some distance in. Pitch runs to the left, scooping up Outlet and tossing him further that direction. Dilos stays in place, trying to fix the beast with his powerful stare.

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Shovel is going 6 straight down. Carn is 4 up.


Pitch downs a Fresh Water, sighing in relief as the restorative liquid starts to heal the burns.