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Upon seeing the sturdy craftsmenship of the dwarven tunnel, and the places of the structural weaknesses, Arcades abandons his original plan of simply exploiting these weaknesses.
New plans begin working themselfs out in Arcades' mind, spying a few barrels of explosives the dwarves most likely use for blasting new tunnels. He slowly back up tward the exit of the dark stone tunnel, his eyes becoming yellow with slitted pupils as he does.
Once into the main tunnel again, Arcades takes his dragon form at about half it's original size, which is still a great deal larger than any dwarf. Blocking the entrance/exit of the dark stone tunnel with his head, he begins drawing in breath for a blast of fire.
Just before the stream of white fire fills the tunnel, he sees the looks of sheer terror on the dwarves' faces, more for the destruction of their great work than the end of their lives. The flames quickly reach the end of the tunnel and ignite the barrels of powder, focusing the concussion back in the old dragon's face, but causing no serious harm to his thick scales.
He pulls his head back and swings it around, hearing angered shouts from the shadowgiants.
Hmm, I knew I wouldnt make it out of here safely, but there was no other way. Arcades readies himself for the impending fight.
ooc: Hope this works better than my last one.
[ 03-04-2004, 01:47 AM: Message edited by: ArcadesSabboth ]
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