I can do better my dear.
For a brief moment, Blaire felt drowsy, as if she had been shot with tranquilizer dart, only with less pricking pain. Once the feeling subsided, the canine found herself with a very clear picture in her head regarding the battle she was going to face.
"Something tells me I'm not going to like this..." the Siberain Husky muttered, rubbing her left temple.
All you do is enter into that cave, and follow down the path to the battle.
"Sounds simple enough" the violet-furred Mobian calmy stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "Very well then. Wish me luck." With that, Blaire was gone, the sound of her pounding footsteps steadily fading away.
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Through the caves Blaire ran, feeting pounding against the ground in an oddly rythymnitic fashion. Her trench coat fanned out behind her as she ran, and her tail swept out from side to side. As she got closer to the exit, the Siberian Husky felt a bright light shine in her eyes.
"Must almost be there..." the Freedom Fighter said to herself, shielding her eyes from the increasingly intense lumination. By the time the light had faded, the first thing Blaire noticed was the large dragon she had seen in her mind. Even before she exited the tunnel was she pulling out her saber and shouting war cries.
"Have no fear! Blaire is here!"


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