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Alistair could not stop the eye roll at the predictable rogue Dreadlord. He was quick to react to the first thrown javelin, having already prepared for it. The second barricade of javelins was almost funny. A quick burst of kinetic force through a simple spell forced many of the newly transmogrified javelins back onto Kres, while Alistair jumped into the air attempting to avoid the rest.
By this point, Alistair began to relax, wanting to play with his opponent. He had already seen several moves ahead on how all of this needed to go. He would keep Kres busy, the threat of his saber never allowing Kress to focus on anything else. Then, Kristen would circle around and finish the job.
"Oh, poor mutt. So angry at your collar that you would designate one to everyone who you do not like. I followed a Republic, and ideal. You get led around on a leash like the little pup you are."
Kristen Pirian
By this point, Alistair began to relax, wanting to play with his opponent. He had already seen several moves ahead on how all of this needed to go. He would keep Kres busy, the threat of his saber never allowing Kress to focus on anything else. Then, Kristen would circle around and finish the job.
"Oh, poor mutt. So angry at your collar that you would designate one to everyone who you do not like. I followed a Republic, and ideal. You get led around on a leash like the little pup you are."
Kristen Pirian