[ Rex spends a moment contemplating Hornet's question, but not a long one. His answer is as blunt and simple as the question. ] Yes.
[ He doesn't feel the need to justify why exactly that is. He wants to fight a dragon. It's self-explanatory. In contrast to all logic and his usual tactical thinking, he's actually a bit annoyed there are other people involved now that he can feel his the excitement building. It'd probably be rude to ask them all to wait here, wouldn't it? Shame.
He nods towards Emille, his clawed toes (the combat suit has individual toes, not shoes, it's kinda offputting) clacking slightly as he walks by on his way out. ]
Prevention may prove more effective than cure. [ He says this as the collar of his suit opens and expands into a helmet. Before it was just vaguely similar to a dog's skull, the extended muzzle akin to a jet pilot's mask. The new helmet is obviously canine, complete with rows of teeth along the snout. A small spout of the black smoke from before wafting from between the fangs for a moment. There's some kind of purpose for all of it, even the Doberman like pointed ears. All of it except for the glowing red eyes, which are just cool. ] Thus I suggest an all-out assault from the very start. I shall begin.
[ He might not be able to tell everyone to sit on their thumbs while he fights, but he can eagerly dive in ahead and call it strategy. That's fair. And not at all a sign he's about to go joyfully berserk because battle is so fun. Rising into the air, lifting his arms to shoulder height, he levitates upwards until the dragon is in his sights and doesn't waste a moment. Thrusting both hands forward, together with palms out and wrists crossed, Rex opens the proceedings by creating several eight orbs of electricity which briefly orbit around him before streaking towards the dragon, all at once. ]
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[ He doesn't feel the need to justify why exactly that is. He wants to fight a dragon. It's self-explanatory. In contrast to all logic and his usual tactical thinking, he's actually a bit annoyed there are other people involved now that he can feel his the excitement building. It'd probably be rude to ask them all to wait here, wouldn't it? Shame.
He nods towards Emille, his clawed toes (the combat suit has individual toes, not shoes, it's kinda offputting) clacking slightly as he walks by on his way out. ]
Prevention may prove more effective than cure. [ He says this as the collar of his suit opens and expands into a helmet. Before it was just vaguely similar to a dog's skull, the extended muzzle akin to a jet pilot's mask. The new helmet is obviously canine, complete with rows of teeth along the snout. A small spout of the black smoke from before wafting from between the fangs for a moment. There's some kind of purpose for all of it, even the Doberman like pointed ears. All of it except for the glowing red eyes, which are just cool. ] Thus I suggest an all-out assault from the very start. I shall begin.
[ He might not be able to tell everyone to sit on their thumbs while he fights, but he can eagerly dive in ahead and call it strategy. That's fair. And not at all a sign he's about to go joyfully berserk because battle is so fun. Rising into the air, lifting his arms to shoulder height, he levitates upwards until the dragon is in his sights and doesn't waste a moment. Thrusting both hands forward, together with palms out and wrists crossed, Rex opens the proceedings by creating several eight orbs of electricity which briefly orbit around him before streaking towards the dragon, all at once. ]