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Raakuze bristles under his armor as he watches Eska batter around Brax. Fighting each other rather than the chromatic minion who now stands alone. If this was some manner of rouse the youngling perhaps had fallen to deeply into the role. The alternative that she had truly turned coat sat unwell with him as a possibly but not entirely dismissed.

One way or another this would end Raakuzedu’lon’ros would stomach the lesser-chromatic's presence no longer. The one named Eska would have to decide her allegiance. He roars and charges into the fray.

Eska-Brax-Raakuze seem deadlocked for a frozen moment in time...

Raakuze stiffly places a hand on Brax's shoulder in what might pass for a sign of respect as the dwarf sets out. Brax is not quite sure if Raakuze is looking at him or through him as an over-long moment passes.

Raakuzedu’lon’ros seethes with rage as he comes face to face with a true Dragon minion rather than the pretender cultists and the disgraced race of kobolds who have fallen so far from the line.

The nameless blue half-dragon issues challenge and Raakuzedu’lon’ros feels his soul ignite wishing nothing more than to answer back. But once again this false body fails him. To slow to react as Brax nobly volunteers for what is certain death. Eska too accepts the challenge but he senses some manner of cunning masked in her words.

He quietly beseeches his God
~Lord Bahamut how must I earn my redemption while shackled in this form. These mortals know not the danger they face and risk too much for small victories.~

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