[ were eliot waugh anyone else, the effect of the kid (yes, kid because his response to eliot's completely logical advice still indicates that he is just that) standing tall would likely be properly impressive, or at the least his full height would feel imposing in some way. however, eliot waugh, even vain, isn't quite delusional in seeing himself as tall, dark and handsome. even with a cane, he stands his full height of six-foot-two.
but, okay, now that he thinks about it more, he's remembering the whole thing about how people think vikings are so badass specifically because of doing weird self-sacrificial shit in the name of the battle. hell, isn't that the premise of how to train your dragon? hiccup is a toothpick and therefore needs to make a dragon friend to feel his existence is worth something to his peers? too bad ivar isn't anything like hiccup, because eliot would have much preferred that if he had a choice.
not-hiccup, as eliot has deems to call him now since he doesn't yet know his real name, cheers him on like a school boy watching a fight in the schoolyard, and the magician huffs a disappointed sigh, a mistake since it strains the wound on his stomach, but still altogether necessary, he thinks. he doesn't really need the encouragement to know to keep fighting. rather than charging up something significant this time, he uses the fact he can still wield the attack to his advantage. if the shadow feels any genuine distress from the last strike (which it definitely seems to have), then it only needs to know the threat remains. unlike not-hiccup, most other creatures have a sense of self-preservation and know better than to just. die for the hell of it.
he throws bursts of fire and energy, three times in quick succession. it's enough that the serpent hisses angrily again and hesitates when it manages to find it's bearings. the downside of it being a shadowy thing is it's hard to gauge exactly how much damage has been done to it at this point, but eliot takes the hesitation as a good sign, charging up an attack again, less powerful than the first, and directing the mass toward the creature's head. ]
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but, okay, now that he thinks about it more, he's remembering the whole thing about how people think vikings are so badass specifically because of doing weird self-sacrificial shit in the name of the battle. hell, isn't that the premise of how to train your dragon? hiccup is a toothpick and therefore needs to make a dragon friend to feel his existence is worth something to his peers? too bad ivar isn't anything like hiccup, because eliot would have much preferred that if he had a choice.
not-hiccup, as eliot has deems to call him now since he doesn't yet know his real name, cheers him on like a school boy watching a fight in the schoolyard, and the magician huffs a disappointed sigh, a mistake since it strains the wound on his stomach, but still altogether necessary, he thinks. he doesn't really need the encouragement to know to keep fighting. rather than charging up something significant this time, he uses the fact he can still wield the attack to his advantage. if the shadow feels any genuine distress from the last strike (which it definitely seems to have), then it only needs to know the threat remains. unlike not-hiccup, most other creatures have a sense of self-preservation and know better than to just. die for the hell of it.
he throws bursts of fire and energy, three times in quick succession. it's enough that the serpent hisses angrily again and hesitates when it manages to find it's bearings. the downside of it being a shadowy thing is it's hard to gauge exactly how much damage has been done to it at this point, but eliot takes the hesitation as a good sign, charging up an attack again, less powerful than the first, and directing the mass toward the creature's head. ]