Kuma staggers under the force of the blast of cold, and flakes of ice and skin break off as he shakes himself and raises his sword.
"Wyrm of frost," he growls, and there's an odd tinge of respect; even reverence in his voice, "I will not kill you today. Should you crave vengeance in the years to come, I will stand ready to meet you in battle, and the Furies sing my soul to the hereafter."
And with that, he clomps steadily forward, and swings his sword at the tiny dragon, blade turned sideways to strike it with the flat.
(Can't flank, so I'll just make a normal attack for subdual (-4 penalty from lethal attack). Healers note that Kuma's hurt real bad now, and is obviously not far from falling...though he asks no assistance just yet.)
"Wyrm of frost," he growls, and there's an odd tinge of respect; even reverence in his voice, "I will not kill you today. Should you crave vengeance in the years to come, I will stand ready to meet you in battle, and the Furies sing my soul to the hereafter."
And with that, he clomps steadily forward, and swings his sword at the tiny dragon, blade turned sideways to strike it with the flat.
(Can't flank, so I'll just make a normal attack for subdual (-4 penalty from lethal attack). Healers note that Kuma's hurt real bad now, and is obviously not far from falling...though he asks no assistance just yet.)