Beau Bergeron assumed that the others wouldn’t approve of his opinion, but it didn’t matter to him. It was the logical action in the situation.
What he hadn’t counted on was Lafitte’s warning of the Dragon. Naturally he’d assumed the dragon would lose interest in the Calinda’s crew, but he figured wrong.
The beast descended upon them from the woodland with a lumbering gate borne from both injury and fatigue.Wasting no time Beau went for his dagger, with a good shot perhaps he could hit it in the eye as he’d done previously with the crossbow. At least, that’s how the thought was processed in the Assassin’s head, but what resulted from the action was far worse than he’d expected.
The glint of light reflected in the dagger as the lightening of Mannawyden’s storm flashed behind them caused the Dragon to spring into a rage. He heard the wizard yell to run and all thoughts of retaliation left Beau’s mind as the element of surprise was sundered. Instead he knocked Tayliana away as hard as he could as the great lizard’s tail smashed into his midsection, sending him tumbling down the hill in the other direction.
He bit the inside of his mouth on impact and spit up a bit of blood as he looked up to see Lafitte getting off the ground and retrieving a pistol from inside his jacket, seemingly with the thought of some retaliation of his own.
Beau however had no intention of waiting that out, he leapt to his feet, ignoring the pain, and made a break for his crossbowmen who’d taken varying degrees of injuries (some on their feet preparing a shot, others on their back or dodging out of the way) to obtain a ranged weapon of his own.
He only hoped he could make it in time, and more importantly, without drawing the Dragon’s ire.