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A deep draconic growl rumbled out of Alaerth's chest and he started forward, his flesh becoming covered in silver scales. Alae snatched his hand, "Don't use dragon form unless you absolutley have to."
He frowned, and with difficulty his fleshed returned to normal. He glared at the demon,
"Come out of that pentagram, demon, and then I'll fight you." His voice was edged with rage, but he kept it at bay, not wanting to lose his wits.
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