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1. dragon's slayer...
[Yuber manages to reach the city of Celliwig atop a stolen horse ridden with practiced expertise.
By the time he arrives the city is already in flames, a sight that fills his heart with excitement. He charges forward then leaps from his steed into the crackling ruin.
Other fighters may see him springing around the streets like an acrobat, taking swings at the dragon every time it lands with precise, powerful strikes from his two swords. Sometimes he hauls a struggling resident to safety but if it seems like saving civilians isn't his main concern it's because it isn't.]
2. ...or not
[Once the melee is over and the dragon has left, Yuber looks out over the ashes that used to be a city. He'd liked the fey, had identified with them, but he feels nothing for those who are dead.
Instead his mind is reeling with the possibilities this destruction could cause. Distress, disorder, conflict... it will be sweet.
When someone approaches he doesn't turn to them but rumbles out loud, eyes still on the ashes...]
Yuber | Suikoden
1. dragon's slayer...
[Yuber manages to reach the city of Celliwig atop a stolen horse ridden with practiced expertise.
By the time he arrives the city is already in flames, a sight that fills his heart with excitement. He charges forward then leaps from his steed into the crackling ruin.
Other fighters may see him springing around the streets like an acrobat, taking swings at the dragon every time it lands with precise, powerful strikes from his two swords. Sometimes he hauls a struggling resident to safety but if it seems like saving civilians isn't his main concern it's because it isn't.]
2. ...or not
[Once the melee is over and the dragon has left, Yuber looks out over the ashes that used to be a city. He'd liked the fey, had identified with them, but he feels nothing for those who are dead.
Instead his mind is reeling with the possibilities this destruction could cause. Distress, disorder, conflict... it will be sweet.
When someone approaches he doesn't turn to them but rumbles out loud, eyes still on the ashes...]
Look at this ruin, isn't it beautiful?