[ Eyes sharp, the size of a raven or not, the harrying bird does get the dragon's attention as it buzzes it. It's far too intelligent to burn itself in such a manner however, though it does snap its jaws shut and cease its breath, instead whirling around to the bird clawing and pecking at its tail.
Mouth opening again, its breath rumbles again as it considers the bird.
But then a luminous ribbon whips out, binding itself once again around one of its horn.
Smoldering and with smoke rising off him, there isn't so much Allen as a figure cloaked entirely head to toe in white. Wrapped in tattered wings that flare back and cloaklike once again, the white is stained with soot and tattered at the edges. The winged white and gold mask that had previously been nestled among the cowl at his neck has snapped up to partially cover his face -- and he breathes out then.
Shakily.
With those now multiple ribbons affixed to the horns of its head, he pulls on them and swings wide and upward. Like a trapeze artist whipping through a rising arch to meet his partner's arms, it almost looks for a moment like he's flying himself as he reaches the top of his arch high above the dragon and the ribbons go briefly slack.
This time he lands solidly between the dragon's shoulders, two more ribbons snapping out in quick succession to bind to the base of each wing and pull him in. Feet planted wide and solid. Left arm returned as its previous claw, he raises it up high as the dragon realizes he lives, too distracted by the raven, and whips its head around. Only a moment. Only one chance.
Smoke is curling around his thighs, the fabric intact from its blood enchantments that fireproof it if looking singed despite that -- but they're shaking. Trembling and bound several times around by the same ribbons he's used to tether himself to the dragon.
He only has one more go of this.
Twisting his hand about and drawing the sword once again, he swings it downward with an unrelenting force. Piercing straight down between its wings and directly into its core. Deep, at least a foot of its length at first, and then he grits his teeth tight and bears down as the dragon bellows and bucks back, throwing its wings wide. Down to the hilt.
Even if strangely, no blood comes forth. None at all. ]
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Mouth opening again, its breath rumbles again as it considers the bird.
But then a luminous ribbon whips out, binding itself once again around one of its horn.
Smoldering and with smoke rising off him, there isn't so much Allen as a figure cloaked entirely head to toe in white. Wrapped in tattered wings that flare back and cloaklike once again, the white is stained with soot and tattered at the edges. The winged white and gold mask that had previously been nestled among the cowl at his neck has snapped up to partially cover his face -- and he breathes out then.
Shakily.
With those now multiple ribbons affixed to the horns of its head, he pulls on them and swings wide and upward. Like a trapeze artist whipping through a rising arch to meet his partner's arms, it almost looks for a moment like he's flying himself as he reaches the top of his arch high above the dragon and the ribbons go briefly slack.
This time he lands solidly between the dragon's shoulders, two more ribbons snapping out in quick succession to bind to the base of each wing and pull him in. Feet planted wide and solid. Left arm returned as its previous claw, he raises it up high as the dragon realizes he lives, too distracted by the raven, and whips its head around. Only a moment. Only one chance.
Smoke is curling around his thighs, the fabric intact from its blood enchantments that fireproof it if looking singed despite that -- but they're shaking. Trembling and bound several times around by the same ribbons he's used to tether himself to the dragon.
He only has one more go of this.
Twisting his hand about and drawing the sword once again, he swings it downward with an unrelenting force. Piercing straight down between its wings and directly into its core. Deep, at least a foot of its length at first, and then he grits his teeth tight and bears down as the dragon bellows and bucks back, throwing its wings wide. Down to the hilt.
Even if strangely, no blood comes forth. None at all. ]