As soon as Yona’s sword hits him across the neck, Ozymandias grunts at the flash of imaginary, destabilizing pain he’s undoubtedly supposed to be experiencing. Making do without the blood wound, his voice rasps, then grows louder along with his indignation. It’s to the point where he’s shouting again. ]
No, no — NO! IMPOSSIBLE!
[ The damsel in distress’s cry provides a brief warning before the costume begins tilting in her direction, about to collapse right onto Yona. There is also him lightly pushing the person playing this dragon’s arse along for the ride. ]
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these fantasy names…As soon as Yona’s sword hits him across the neck, Ozymandias grunts at the flash of imaginary, destabilizing pain he’s undoubtedly supposed to be experiencing. Making do without the blood wound, his voice rasps, then grows louder along with his indignation. It’s to the point where he’s shouting again. ]
No, no — NO! IMPOSSIBLE!
[ The damsel in distress’s cry provides a brief warning before the costume begins tilting in her direction, about to collapse right onto Yona. There is also him lightly pushing the person playing this dragon’s arse along for the ride. ]