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SIR LAWRENCE WULFE
With the Dragonkin's roar, Law's features contorted. "You are King of NOTHING." He bellowed, tearing from his lungs like some terrible curse. Although, to the large crocomorph he turned, seething rage which had no place to go but voice and gaze. Boring holes into Magnus with a rather nasty scowl. "Only that female." He darkly commented. Thankfully, Clair saw his reasoning. "If we let this thing live, there is a small chance he shall feast upon our enemies. But we risk putting every man, woman, and child on this border at stake! This I shall not stand for. This, I have sworn to protect." Lawrence argued aggressively, before closing his eyes with a hard exhale. He'd come to his decision. Putting a hand upon Clair's face to examine her sickly pallor, Wulfe then smiled sourly. "Because she doesn't follow God's will." He answered cryptically. And in that, he gave his choice for the world to see, catching the crocomorph on the back with an almighty upswing of his sword. Far tougher scales causing his blade to momentarily get stuck. He could lose his title, but if he made a plea to the Church on grounds of a Templar, there was no reason why he shouldn't be allowed to use the loophole. Even if it meant Minariel would hate him.
"No leaving yet, we haven't finished." He cracked a half grin, making another swing aimed at the bottom of his throat. Something that if hit correctly, would sever his oesophagus and jugular, letting the damn thing bleed out. As far as Wulfe had heard and seen, this thing didn't hold compassion. Not humanity. Not anything worth his time that resembled good. There was no way he'd end the fight, not till he'd made sure the creature was a corpse. Clair was fading, and the magical advantage she gave would soon be lost. Meaning he'd be fighting a possibly meaner crocomorph than he already was. Nevertheless, this was the right thing. In his heart, to his head - it was the right thing. Kill the beast, protect the fort. The dragonkin could think about himself, so could Minariel, but he'd not be the one to explain why missing civilians never returned when they stumbled just past West. Many used it for hunting, the children - playing. And this thing, this leather-faced felon was too near them for his liking.
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