[hider=tags]Name: Kerylun
Level: 1
Race: Gargoyle
Class: Archer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Near the entrance door of the Greased Oak and the assembly of the 'The Rat King' quest party.
Tagging:[@Holy Soldier] Mentioned: N/A[/hider]

Kerylun was obviously astonished when No actually managed to lift him, though obviously only by a single inch, for a damn short timespan and with all the strength he could muster. Noone had achieved - or just even dared to try - that before. Yet the constellation of a 310 pound warrior and a gargoyle that made the former one look like a small feather was doomed.

Kerylun felt that No was trying to move him to a more suitable position for the incoming crash, but in the instant he doubted that the strange man's remaining strength would suffice to achieve this in time. The gargoyle thrusted his arms forward above No's shoulders and next to his head. His hands were wide open, ready to receive the impact that was bound to come.

SLAM!

He didn't land on the imprisoned dragon, but instead Kerylun looked like as if he was in the middle of a pushup. He had stopped his fall with his arms before No could get crushed, though it had been more barely than anything else. He shifted backwards into the direction his feet were pointing, compensating for the difference in height between them. Now his head was directly above No's, large amber eyes staring at those of him. A somewhat amused grin appeared on Kerylun's stone grey face: [color=aaaaaa]"You struggled!"[/color]

Kerylun started to laugh, thereby unintentionally showing that he didn't lack his own arsenal of teeth as well.