[ Hector didn't really take a wrong turn, he just has a bad habit of finding himself in places he shouldn't be.

And he really shouldn't be here.

The shadowy void-Hector walks towards him, sword in one hand dragging across the floor. Real-Hector readies his bow, mind whirring through the possibilities of an illusion, or some kind of shadow mimicry, drawing on his experience as he thinks of ways to deal with this thing--

So he isn't ready. ]

T̨́̂͟h̞̯̟̿̍͝ę̪̱̝̥͛͌̐̂̀ý̹̱̈ ̞͘onl̲͓̎̏ẙ͈͇̞̋͡ ̯̥͊͆̂͢é̡̧̲͛̒v̫̮̹̬̑́͑̍er̭͉̫̝̆̾̕͘ ̻͌ẃ̡͖̙̘̉͋̃an̡̬̲̞̂̀͊̎͜͝t̛̠͓̭̭͋̓̄ ̥̃y͕͒ó̡̝̈́͗̇͢͟u͇͔̪̅͆͡ ̢͗f̹̒or̤͐ ̢͚̬́̐̒̕͟on̬̋e̪̬͌͐ ̧̞̯̮͂̅̽̑ṯ̨̽̓͗͢h̙̳͇̘͒̀̃͌ḭ̩͝͡ņ̹̊̒̀͢g̢͔͕͔͒͒̒̋.̢̦͓̖̓͒̿͠

[ Hearing his voice like that, a thought that has often crossed his mind given a voice, has him freeze.

The shadow raises its sword, but Hector doesn't react. ]

Ą̙̤̣̼͌̓̿̐́n̮̉d ̥̣̋͠t͖̪̠̔̃̽h̤̥̐͑ḯ̟̯̜̓̊s ̧̭̫̈̎͠į̨͓̟̥̉̀̒͞͡s̙̞̥̓͒͛ ̲̈́p̺̓r̦͡ö͖ǒ̧̨͔̈̓f̞͉̜͈͛͂͌̍ é̫̰̓n̞͕̍͊̄͜oǘ̙͕̰̠̍́̃ğ̢̧̗̇̌̈͜h̻̤̮͎̙͗͑̄͊̕, ̧̧̛͉͉̑͛̽i͉̮̋͐s̜͚̞͑́̾͘͟n͓̋'̧̡̮̗͆̓̌̏t̨̤̹̦̽͘͡͞ ͈͉̻̻͇̇̌͒̃̌ĩ̱̳͖̒̌t̰̰̯̼͂͂̈̿͟͞?̔͢

[ Well. This is his job.

It's good to have a bow in hand again--it's like Prism knows about his connection to Aurene, and that the bow is usually his weapon of choice. It's good. This is good.

When it comes down to it, Hector is unshakable. He stares the massive dragon in the face and does not so much as flinch, and he understands why he was brought here. As much as he hates to admit it...this is who he is now. He is the dragon slayer, and that reputation seems to hold across realms.

He lets arrow after arrow fly, each projectile leaving a brilliant, prismatic trail through the sky. They collide with Umbra's ebon scales, scarcely damaging the dragon's skin, but this doesn't seem to bother Hector at all. He will try and try and try and try and try until he can do no more, if that is what is asked of him. He has pulled off the impossible before, after all. What's one more dragon at this point?

But when he notices that he's not alone in the fight, that someone else is shaken by the sheer hopelessness, he'll pause, just for one brief second. ]

Hey! [ More arrows fly, eyes kept on the person he speaks to. ] Stay focused! You hesitate, someone dies!

[ He speaks from experience. ]

[ Knowing he will have to go back after this makes Hector a bit...antsy. So he's doing what he normally does when he gets like this and is traveling around. On his skyscale!

Catch him all over Rhyme--by his cottage in Fable, hanging around where he first visited Kanshi, and all the other weird and wonderful places in the realm. A lot of the time, he simply lounges in his saddle, staring with a blank, distant look at the scenery. One he only really shows when his guard is down.

He spends quite a bit of time hanging around the dragon springs, watching other people turn into dragons. Maybe he pulls up beside you!

The skyscale is very well trained--if you ask nicely, Hector might even let you ride her. ]

[ This is a familiar festival!

Well. Usually they're bashing all the dragons (save the most important one), and they're usually all over Hoelbrak, so that there's the only one dragon and one pinata is a bit unusual but. this is fine! So long as there is something to smash, he's fuckin' there.

Hefty stick in one hand and blindfold in the other, he'll wave you over with a big ol' grin on his face. If you approach, he'll hold out the blindfold and say: ]

Wanna do the honors?

[ Blindfold and spin him, he means. ]

[ Alternatively, catch him after cracking it open and while he's enjoying his bounty. He's leaning up on a nearby wall, lollipop in his mouth, looking around in a :frogsus: manner.

He. may know exactly what he's doing. ]

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