[ The dragon thrashes at the flock of paper birds, and then suddenly ... it stops. It floats there in mid-air, unable to even scream. Smoke rises from its nostrils, sending an acrid smell into the air. It doesn't look so pleased to be in a bind. ]
How long will it hold?
[ Konzen sounds impressed, but has little time to say so. He glances at the guy throwing down bits of paper, possibly for another spell? It's a mystery. ]
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How long will it hold?
[ Konzen sounds impressed, but has little time to say so. He glances at the guy throwing down bits of paper, possibly for another spell? It's a mystery. ]