Johnny gapes at the gigantic monster worm launching itself at Illyria, then clings in a panic as the dragon swoops out of the thrashing-tentacle radius.
Illyria's advice 'enters' his head and he lets out a loud, derisive whoop, pointless and immediately swallowed by the cacophony of the monster fight. "YEAH I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT," he snaps back, though he can hardly hear himself.
Defend himself from what? With what?
Oh, there's... oh, the worm thing has dragons too. Oh, several of them are coming toward him now. Okay. Good.
"Jesus Christ, get us the fuck out of here, god damn!" he yells at his dubious steed, which turns in a sharp arc and neatly dodges a swath of firebursts.
"Shit!" Johnny yelps, feeling singed, paranoid that part of him might actually be on fire. "Wait, can you do that??"
His dragon huffs again and angles itself back toward the enemies ranks, cocks its head back (causing Johnny to slide back and catch himself awkwardly on its wings) and heaves a decent fireball back. The enemy dragons scatter, but his dragon jerks slightly as it compensates for Johnny's weight against its wings, and the blast curves oddly and ends up catching one of them dead center and evaporating it.
"SUCK IT!" Johnny screams in completely unhinged surprise, and flips the rest of the dragons the bird. "Yeah!!"
More are coming, obviously. He feels like he's getting the hang of this (he is not, he is only manifesting his panic efficiently). He re-settles himself on the dragon's neck, slightly better prepped for the next shot. "Take out that fucker right there!" he suggests helpfully, pointing at another oncomer.
The dragon ignores him, firing consecutively at two other targets, then diving to dodge Johnny's chosen target.
"Okay FINE," says Johnny. "YOU pick. I'll just SIT HERE."
HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, OR: PANICKED YELLING AND HOPING IT STICKS
Illyria's advice 'enters' his head and he lets out a loud, derisive whoop, pointless and immediately swallowed by the cacophony of the monster fight. "YEAH I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT," he snaps back, though he can hardly hear himself.
Defend himself from what? With what?
Oh, there's... oh, the worm thing has dragons too. Oh, several of them are coming toward him now. Okay. Good.
"Jesus Christ, get us the fuck out of here, god damn!" he yells at his dubious steed, which turns in a sharp arc and neatly dodges a swath of firebursts.
"Shit!" Johnny yelps, feeling singed, paranoid that part of him might actually be on fire. "Wait, can you do that??"
His dragon huffs again and angles itself back toward the enemies ranks, cocks its head back (causing Johnny to slide back and catch himself awkwardly on its wings) and heaves a decent fireball back. The enemy dragons scatter, but his dragon jerks slightly as it compensates for Johnny's weight against its wings, and the blast curves oddly and ends up catching one of them dead center and evaporating it.
"SUCK IT!" Johnny screams in completely unhinged surprise, and flips the rest of the dragons the bird. "Yeah!!"
More are coming, obviously. He feels like he's getting the hang of this (he is not, he is only manifesting his panic efficiently). He re-settles himself on the dragon's neck, slightly better prepped for the next shot. "Take out that fucker right there!" he suggests helpfully, pointing at another oncomer.
The dragon ignores him, firing consecutively at two other targets, then diving to dodge Johnny's chosen target.
"Okay FINE," says Johnny. "YOU pick. I'll just SIT HERE."
The dragon huffs, seeming to find this agreeable.