"DAMMIT BRIGHT!" The aggravated shout of the veteran Dragon Knight echoed though the arena, while the crowd couldn't seem to decide whether to laugh, cry or just shake thier heads in bemusement at the turn of events this match had taken.
For his part, the white dragon merely looked at his master quizzically, wondering what on earth the problem was.
Futch's opponent, the frog prince Jean, was too busy kicking, struggling and squirming in an attempt to get out of the dragon's mouth to politely explain to the confused creature what the problem might have been like he usually would.
He did eventually get out of Bright's mouth, of course. Unfortunately, it wasn't in the direction he would have preferred, but such is often the course when dragons get involved in matches here at the RPGDL.
Oh, the match? Futch forfeited by way of apology. Besides, he needed to focus on undoing some of the damage that had been done to Bright instead of fighting right now.
Who knew that using Queena's Pet-Sitting Services once a week could have such disastrous results?
