It's the dragon again! . . . Kadoc had been occupied with the Stone Giant that night, and hadn't even seen the dragon before it'd made its escape. And, truthfully, he has no particular investment in being part of the effort to hunt it down himself. Kadoc is a man who knows his own strengths and weaknesses, and "hunting a dragon" is . . .
Actually, it had been among his strengths back home. He'd never taken down an actual dragon, but one of his magecraft specialties, and one of the few things he'd actually been good at, was anti-Demonic Beast magecraft, along with tracking and hunting in general. But here in Camelot, he doesn't have access to that magecraft, and what he does have here is entirely useless for this expedition. By now he's come to terms with having little to offer offensively and no way to push his body beyond its human limits as he once did. . . . Still. Experience isn't nothing, and not every single thing he'd done to hone this skill of his relied on magecraft. Just, you know, most of it.
The dragon should probably die. Kadoc does believe that, even if he feels no urgent sense that he needs to help make it happen. It seems like a given that someone will do the dirty deed before too long; enough people have been grieving. But he'd planned on letting it be someone else's problem, someone actually qualified, until Beowulf and Fujimaru had invited him along on this venture—and he'd still strongly considered saying no, but in the end, here he is. The thing is, it's Beowulf. It only feels correct that this whole thing should end with The Beowulf seeking the dragon out and bringing it down. And . . . being involved in that is secretly pretty cool. Maybe even awesome. There are situations, maybe even most situations, where Kadoc would just feel like a drag going along with someone else who was actually prepared to slay a fucking dragon on their own, but Beowulf? You can't even be mad. You can't put yourself on a level with Beowulf, or feel jealous of him, especially in matters of slaying dragons. And so coming along for the ride—and for navigational help, odd jobs, making sure Fujimaru doesn't do anything stupid, anything else he might be useful for—is an opportunity even Kadoc can't turn down.
He's got a pack of his own, well stocked, and some tricks up his sleeve, all of which he hopes he doesn't need to use. But he's been starting to hoard emergency spells for situations just like this, so if nothing else, he's got some unexpected trumps to throw down if it comes to that. He adjusts his own pack too, not consciously trying to imitate Beowulf, but it kinda happens anyway, because Beowulf is fucking cool.
"Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be. I can light the way, but we should still get started before night starts to fall."
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Actually, it had been among his strengths back home. He'd never taken down an actual dragon, but one of his magecraft specialties, and one of the few things he'd actually been good at, was anti-Demonic Beast magecraft, along with tracking and hunting in general. But here in Camelot, he doesn't have access to that magecraft, and what he does have here is entirely useless for this expedition. By now he's come to terms with having little to offer offensively and no way to push his body beyond its human limits as he once did. . . . Still. Experience isn't nothing, and not every single thing he'd done to hone this skill of his relied on magecraft. Just, you know, most of it.
The dragon should probably die. Kadoc does believe that, even if he feels no urgent sense that he needs to help make it happen. It seems like a given that someone will do the dirty deed before too long; enough people have been grieving. But he'd planned on letting it be someone else's problem, someone actually qualified, until Beowulf and Fujimaru had invited him along on this venture—and he'd still strongly considered saying no, but in the end, here he is. The thing is, it's Beowulf. It only feels correct that this whole thing should end with The Beowulf seeking the dragon out and bringing it down. And . . . being involved in that is secretly pretty cool. Maybe even awesome. There are situations, maybe even most situations, where Kadoc would just feel like a drag going along with someone else who was actually prepared to slay a fucking dragon on their own, but Beowulf? You can't even be mad. You can't put yourself on a level with Beowulf, or feel jealous of him, especially in matters of slaying dragons. And so coming along for the ride—and for navigational help, odd jobs, making sure Fujimaru doesn't do anything stupid, anything else he might be useful for—is an opportunity even Kadoc can't turn down.
He's got a pack of his own, well stocked, and some tricks up his sleeve, all of which he hopes he doesn't need to use. But he's been starting to hoard emergency spells for situations just like this, so if nothing else, he's got some unexpected trumps to throw down if it comes to that. He adjusts his own pack too, not consciously trying to imitate Beowulf, but it kinda happens anyway, because Beowulf is fucking cool.
"Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be. I can light the way, but we should still get started before night starts to fall."