[ He is aware of Niall as he always is-- Alain always hyper focuses on the legendary dragon's proximity to Alain when in battle. He has no want to harm him, or even upset him-- And holds a quiet fear that he might kill him on accident if he isn't careful. Alain knows the power that Niall wields. He is named, has lived for centuries, and is one of the highest classes of dragon. Still, it remains. Niall is not a fighter, and Alain is.
It's a fear, as stated: A secret one.
Niall rises as the frost dragon falls, wreathed in flame, watching downward with the gaze of a predator. It is something yet unseen in the legendary dragon, and if Alain was something less of himself, he might pause to fathom. As things are--
The flame atronach holds for no commands and flings itself forward, shooting flame from its wrist. The barrier spell completes itself and Alain quickly moves to cast again, his flesh taking on the consistency of iron itself. He moves forward and the dragon flings up its head, great wings striking the atronach away. It looks up at Niall warily, then flows a stream of words at Alain. ]
Dovahkiin, daar los ni hin frod!
[ Not his battle, possibly, but there is nothing stopping him from continuing. He is nearly to the dragon and it roars out slightly. ]
Drem! Peace. I have no krif-- No quarrel with you. Only the bein mey.
[ ...The foul fool the frost dragon is currently cringing from. Perhaps tearing from the sky has a deeper meaning with dragons. Alain does not know, or currently care. He continues, and the dragon seems to understand there is no talking.
What a loss of pride to speak instead of shout. Perhaps to rectify, the dragon breathes in, to exhale ice and snow, and Alain projects again. ]
Fos-Ro-Dah!
[ Unrelenting force to barrel into the breath of frost and smash it to pieces. The dragon reaches to snap at the man, and his sword comes up, newly enchanted, pressing flame and lightning into white hide. Alain recasts in the same moment, conjuring again the flame atronach. It sets itself to burning scales and skin, and Alain strikes again.
The dragon, bloodied and burnt, heaves itself into the air in a maddened struggle of wings, forgetting its other adversary in the process. ]
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It's a fear, as stated: A secret one.
Niall rises as the frost dragon falls, wreathed in flame, watching downward with the gaze of a predator. It is something yet unseen in the legendary dragon, and if Alain was something less of himself, he might pause to fathom. As things are--
The flame atronach holds for no commands and flings itself forward, shooting flame from its wrist. The barrier spell completes itself and Alain quickly moves to cast again, his flesh taking on the consistency of iron itself. He moves forward and the dragon flings up its head, great wings striking the atronach away. It looks up at Niall warily, then flows a stream of words at Alain. ]
Dovahkiin, daar los ni hin frod!
[ Not his battle, possibly, but there is nothing stopping him from continuing. He is nearly to the dragon and it roars out slightly. ]
Drem! Peace. I have no krif-- No quarrel with you. Only the bein mey.
[ ...The foul fool the frost dragon is currently cringing from. Perhaps tearing from the sky has a deeper meaning with dragons. Alain does not know, or currently care. He continues, and the dragon seems to understand there is no talking.
What a loss of pride to speak instead of shout. Perhaps to rectify, the dragon breathes in, to exhale ice and snow, and Alain projects again. ]
Fos-Ro-Dah!
[ Unrelenting force to barrel into the breath of frost and smash it to pieces. The dragon reaches to snap at the man, and his sword comes up, newly enchanted, pressing flame and lightning into white hide. Alain recasts in the same moment, conjuring again the flame atronach. It sets itself to burning scales and skin, and Alain strikes again.
The dragon, bloodied and burnt, heaves itself into the air in a maddened struggle of wings, forgetting its other adversary in the process. ]