#odyssey

Grunt. She lets the tail hit - taking the opportunity to swing at the dragon's midsection while it is in range.

Traded blows, the hit from Abuela's tail feels like someone dropped a fucking house on her to Dagmar!

And Dagmar tears through one, two, three levels of scales and feather to find meat!

The armor helps... but yeah, that's gonna bruise.

There's a hesitation when Dagmar sees blood. She likes a fight, but...

Symon notices some of the strange fae nod as blood hits the ground

Abuela tssks and moves forward to CLAMP her fangs on the same side the tail hit!

And the fangs are sharp, long, and oh so strong

Dagmar doesn't yell - she does vocalize, but too many years of squashing that reaction lead to a more strangled noise of pain. That being said, she brings a gauntleted hand down to STRIKE the offending muzzle, to get it to release!

"It... feeds the land." He murmurs, watching.

And it does release, and now it is Dagmar's blood spilling...

He leans forward, eyes on the fight intently!

"Yes, little knight..." the Dragon says "We need not shed blood with hatred in our hearts" Even as blood drops on her fangs "But for our shared love of the struggle, of sacrifice. We give oursselves to the land"

Somehow... being blooded feels like permission. Dagmar had been holding back, but now - now she lets out a cry and charges! "Ah-yee-ahhhhhh-ya!"

The Dragon snarls her own battle cry and calls out "Dronilnr voran stocklatt vur sone dout achuakic!"

The language is..draconic? Seriously, RPGs got it right, there's a dragon tongue? Symon realizes it's so

"It's the horned god at midsummer. And Odin, hanging from the tree."

The Knight and dragon charge each other, the knight striking even deeper, the dragon wrapping about her with serpent form and starting to squeeze!

"Did she just say to... eat her vegetables?" Startled out of his thoughts!

Mitra sighs "Yes.. its'.. It was her battle cry" She explains "Bring extra stockings and eat your greens"

When the dragon squeezes, Dagmar slaps her hands against the scales and shouts "Fryse!" COLD!

"takes something out of the moment I think" Mitra grumbles "But she thinks it's an important message"

"What kind of blood god tells you to eat your greens?" He asks, but he is more intent on the fight than the answer! His fingers squeze tightly around the railing or wall, or onto his seat failing that, knuckles bloodless.

And Dagmar's tactic works well! For a coatal is born not just of wind, but rain! And rain freezes!

The feathered snake still moves, but it's slower, so much slower...

And trolls are dreams of ice and snow.

"Summerfire!" The Dragon cries and suddenly her coils BURN with Chimerical flames!

"Winterstorm!" Water crashes down on the flames.

Dagmar struggles to break free of the coils,

The view of the arena is momentarily obscured in the steam

Dagmar is semi soft-boiled in her tin can, and bleeding... but she's not given up!

And a moment later, Dagmar stumbles out of the steam.. and then, scales chipped and blistered and torn herself, comes out Abuela.

Something is disturbing about this... Symon hates that Dagmar is hurt.. and yet, there's something almost sexy about such a powerful warrior

GRIN! She winds up and swings like Babe Ruth.

Wait, is the magic of this place about to encourage him to swoon with admiration for a warrior type?

He gives his head a shake, and focuses on the dragon instead! Power! Lithe and deadly! That's attractive, he must admit. Try not to think of grandmas.

And Abuela grins "Good, you're having fun!" And the dragon weaves to try to avoid the blow even as she closes?

And Dagmar is having fun - a friendly fight where she doesn't have to hold back, where she's not measuring potential harm, where she won't accidentally strike too hard?

Dagmar's next blow skiffs off scales for the Feathered Dragon's armor is strong and as she weaves - it's still a POWERFUL blow.. as is the headbutt she gets in turn but Dagmar blocks the worst of that too, but boy they both feel it!

Symon would be aghast to realize that he has made little fists, and is punching the air just so as she hits. Almost like some bro watching a sportsball game and rooting along!

A crack of thunder behind the dragon - and if Abuela shifts her attention to that, Dagmar strikes again!

Dagmar's distraction works! Allowing her a great strike! But at the last second the Dragon blasts another breath, not at Dagmar, but at the ground beneath her! The sand and stone blasts up engulfing the troll!

And for a second time, the vision is obscsured!

Then Dagmar just can't stand anymore...

and neither can the Feathered serpent

Dagmar fights to get up, but the armor that protects her also hampers. Her blood soaks into the sand as she exerts herself.

The dragon can't fly.. but lurches.. ready for one last lunge...

Struggle, scrabble, fight! She has to win - she swore to fight her hardest, she can't let Symon face a battle...

The Dragon heaves a hard breath "IF I blasted again, I think I would win.. but... I'm not sure I can summon it. If you landed another blow, I think you would win, but I'm not sure you can stand. Are you proud of how well you have done, Gwydion? You should be." No mockery. Truth

"Fought my best." She offers up.