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Reflexes saved Taene at that moment, with the considerably dangerous fireball sailing through the air towards him. Without even thinking, his wings flapped very heavily upwards. The collection of frosty aura was halted very suddenly as Taene quickly lifted himself up into the air, only barely avoiding being turned into roasted scales and horns. But of course, that wasn't the end of the onslaught. Taene silently cursed when he saw him. The kid flying in on the beast, with an ax raised above his head.
"If you stand down now, I will not harm you greatly." He said in a massive voice, before beginning to prepare another breath for an attack, hoping to simply disable the kid or his beast and avoid great harm. Having hit the mage from earlier quite badly, which Taene gathered by tone of voice and word choice, the importance of precision weighed on his mind much heavier than it did previously. But if this.. child. Moved and somehow caused harm to himself, it wouldn't be of Taene's worry.
As he was deciding what he was going to do specifically, and how, the breath that was being readied for attack finished itself and Taene opened his maw wide in preparation for the shot. A gust of frosty air flew from his mouth, which was the only warning that the attacker coming from the sky had before the ball dislodged itself from Taene's throat at speeds that would make an unladen swallow jealous. The magic was aimed towards the hand and arm area of the boy charging. The hope was to cause him to drop his weapon, maybe retreat so as to avoid major injury.
"If you stand down now, I will not harm you greatly." He said in a massive voice, before beginning to prepare another breath for an attack, hoping to simply disable the kid or his beast and avoid great harm. Having hit the mage from earlier quite badly, which Taene gathered by tone of voice and word choice, the importance of precision weighed on his mind much heavier than it did previously. But if this.. child. Moved and somehow caused harm to himself, it wouldn't be of Taene's worry.
As he was deciding what he was going to do specifically, and how, the breath that was being readied for attack finished itself and Taene opened his maw wide in preparation for the shot. A gust of frosty air flew from his mouth, which was the only warning that the attacker coming from the sky had before the ball dislodged itself from Taene's throat at speeds that would make an unladen swallow jealous. The magic was aimed towards the hand and arm area of the boy charging. The hope was to cause him to drop his weapon, maybe retreat so as to avoid major injury.