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Alliene cursed and sheathed Nizzre. When Alaerth was close to snapping her up, she put up her hand, palm out, and his snout smacked into it. Roaring, he struggled against her hand, unable to budge it. Deciding that wouldn't work, heb acked up and brought his mouth down over her, attempting to snap her up. Alliene moved her hand above her, and he once again hit the barrier. She yelled something at him in an arcane tongue and unsheathed Vilzraquath. The dragon froze, eyes wary on the sword. She pulled away, and Alaerth remained frozen, still watching the sword. When she sheathed it, he just stared at the shiney black leather scabbard. Shaking her head and muttering to herself, she once again drew Nizzre and moved to the side of the room where the demon was,
"They are not my children, they are my sisters children. Or did you not notice the white skin and draconic capabilities." She moved into an attack position and sent Nizzre flying towards his own broadsword, planning to let a bolt of lightning transfer to through the metal and hopefuly shock him.
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