Johnny jerks sharply as Illyria's voice enters his head again. "God," he grunts irritably. "Okay, whatever."
The dragon swerves slightly to fall alongside Illyria as she plods up behind them, and Johnny glances down and notices the, um, oddly multiplying pile of monster corpses.
"What the fuck," he mutters, as the dragon dips a little lower, staring at the - is that a human? Or another Illyria type thing? - at the center of the fray. Actually, hang on, he looks familiar.
No. NO.
"You've GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME." He leans back on the dragon like he's trying to guide it back up, but it ignores him, knocking him back into place with an impatient flap. Johnny looks up at Illyria. "It's the fucking DEVIL!"
He doubts she can hear him, or that she cares. What is he supposed to do, man.
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The dragon swerves slightly to fall alongside Illyria as she plods up behind them, and Johnny glances down and notices the, um, oddly multiplying pile of monster corpses.
"What the fuck," he mutters, as the dragon dips a little lower, staring at the - is that a human? Or another Illyria type thing? - at the center of the fray. Actually, hang on, he looks familiar.
No. NO.
"You've GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME." He leans back on the dragon like he's trying to guide it back up, but it ignores him, knocking him back into place with an impatient flap. Johnny looks up at Illyria. "It's the fucking DEVIL!"
He doubts she can hear him, or that she cares. What is he supposed to do, man.