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Rhazor, looks up at the immense Dragon. The scales are finely crafted, a few scars here and there, and as you get closer to the top, the color gets darker. This dragon is a grand one indeed. A great wyrm. The whiskers are beginning to show from the beasts snout. The horns are slender, jetting straight back like a man with slick hair. Rhazor looks closer at the scales. Yes, those scales would be perfect for a set of armour. He would just have to make sure he had enough. Rhazor does a quick 180, and disappears. A few moments later, he is barely seen crawling the dragon's back. He reaches the beast's neck, and stops. There is no way he can reach the head. So he takes out his Moonblade, and sinks it into the beast's neck, twisting it as he does so. The crack of bones makes some ill, but everyone else draw's their weapons, and attacks..
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