[Yuber ducks but only barely makes it out of the way. Once he's drawn himself upright he flicks his wrists and a pair of hilts slide from his sleeves into his palms.]
Tricky.
I like it.
[Another flick of the wrists and blades extend from the hilts until their tips brush against the floor.
A skeletal dragon about the size of a wolf pads up from around the corner then sits on its bony haunches and fixes a withering glare on Yuber's back.]
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Tricky.
I like it.
[Another flick of the wrists and blades extend from the hilts until their tips brush against the floor.
A skeletal dragon about the size of a wolf pads up from around the corner then sits on its bony haunches and fixes a withering glare on Yuber's back.]