[ Five's only advantage is his acute awareness of time, and it feels like he can see each second as it ticks by. Fifteen minutes is an eternity of staying still and watching Wrathion cast more magic that he only partially knew he could do. It's barely a few minutes in when it starts raining fire.
So far he's keeping his attention, but that will change if the beast gets lucky. He wasn't able to see where he was before he split into clones, and every time one gets swatted down, he prepares to abandon this poorly thought out plan before they both get killed out here. He curses under his breath when it pounces again, but from his angle, it's impossible to see where it landed. Five's hands glow in his fists when it starts to turn its head; then something strikes it and its distracted again.
He can't help him. Whatever tricks he's got, he better use them now. ]
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So far he's keeping his attention, but that will change if the beast gets lucky. He wasn't able to see where he was before he split into clones, and every time one gets swatted down, he prepares to abandon this poorly thought out plan before they both get killed out here. He curses under his breath when it pounces again, but from his angle, it's impossible to see where it landed. Five's hands glow in his fists when it starts to turn its head; then something strikes it and its distracted again.
He can't help him. Whatever tricks he's got, he better use them now. ]