"A dragon that big bites me, poison is probably gonna be the least of my troubles."
Though he, too, realizes he's not sure if healing magic works on poison, while it definitely does work on getting mauled, at least if you're good and fast about it. Point taken. Either way, they'd better just avoid it.
"I never saw it myself either. I was dealing with the stone giant that night. . . . Or not dealing with it, I guess."
They sure hadn't dealt with it at all, had they? Kadoc trudges along with his eyes on the ground, as if it's very interesting and not just scrub and dirt for now.
It's a complicated thing for him. He's not among those in Avalon who thinks the failure was on their heads, or even on Arthur's, or anyone else's really. It had seemed to be a matter of people making the correct decisions all around and simply not having the numbers to pull off the miracle that would have been managing to deal with every part of that shitstorm at once. Sure, they can be better prepared next time, and discuss tactics until the cows come home, but losses happen when you're greatly outmatched on two fronts at once.
. . . At the same time, he can't shake the memory of how he'd felt that night chasing down the giant: confident, for once, assured of himself and their group victory. For someone like Kadoc, who never expects to win, having a victory you could almost see snatched away from you so viciously lingers. It'll be a while before he lets himself feel that rush again.
He's getting lost in these thoughts, letting out a sigh that isn't meant for anyone but himself—but it's quiet out here. It's not all that subtle.
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Though he, too, realizes he's not sure if healing magic works on poison, while it definitely does work on getting mauled, at least if you're good and fast about it. Point taken. Either way, they'd better just avoid it.
"I never saw it myself either. I was dealing with the stone giant that night. . . . Or not dealing with it, I guess."
They sure hadn't dealt with it at all, had they? Kadoc trudges along with his eyes on the ground, as if it's very interesting and not just scrub and dirt for now.
It's a complicated thing for him. He's not among those in Avalon who thinks the failure was on their heads, or even on Arthur's, or anyone else's really. It had seemed to be a matter of people making the correct decisions all around and simply not having the numbers to pull off the miracle that would have been managing to deal with every part of that shitstorm at once. Sure, they can be better prepared next time, and discuss tactics until the cows come home, but losses happen when you're greatly outmatched on two fronts at once.
. . . At the same time, he can't shake the memory of how he'd felt that night chasing down the giant: confident, for once, assured of himself and their group victory. For someone like Kadoc, who never expects to win, having a victory you could almost see snatched away from you so viciously lingers. It'll be a while before he lets himself feel that rush again.
He's getting lost in these thoughts, letting out a sigh that isn't meant for anyone but himself—but it's quiet out here. It's not all that subtle.