[ The dragon first grows more hostile, torn between attacking the dragoon in front of it and the mage whose spells are melting its protective shell. Its focus remains on the former, for each time it tries to jerk in the direction of Vivi, Dion jabs at it to pull its attention back.
When the heat of the fire spells has exposed something red and luminous, the dragon shudders and stills. It begins backing away from both of them, head bent low.
Dion has seen this before. Songs are sung of how many dragons he has tamed, though bards exaggerate. His experience is enough to tell him the dragon has lost its desire to fight them, now that such a vulnerability is unprotected.
For his part, Dion doesn't pursue. The battle is won; surely they needn't fell the creature. He rejoins Vivi, allowing the dragon to distance itself. The ice on its back is already slowly reforming, but it watches them warily, unmoving. ]
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When the heat of the fire spells has exposed something red and luminous, the dragon shudders and stills. It begins backing away from both of them, head bent low.
Dion has seen this before. Songs are sung of how many dragons he has tamed, though bards exaggerate. His experience is enough to tell him the dragon has lost its desire to fight them, now that such a vulnerability is unprotected.
For his part, Dion doesn't pursue. The battle is won; surely they needn't fell the creature. He rejoins Vivi, allowing the dragon to distance itself. The ice on its back is already slowly reforming, but it watches them warily, unmoving. ]
Well fought.