[It roars, loud, pained--Trunks winces at the sound more than anything, and then it rears back, swiping furiously with its paws--lifting into the air and bucking him off in the process, showing off the full length of its furry belly and barrel chest.
While Pearl's looking for the heart, Trunks is drawing his sword from its scabbard as he flips midair--it's jagged and broken about five inches down from the crossguard, so you could be pardoned thinking it was absolutely useless.
And it would be, if he couldn't channel energy.
With a thought, the blade is filled out with shimmering yellow light--and he sweeps in from the side to block a paw full of dagger sharp claws from hitting his impromptu fight partner. Bonus, now it can't go completely back down to four paws.]
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While Pearl's looking for the heart, Trunks is drawing his sword from its scabbard as he flips midair--it's jagged and broken about five inches down from the crossguard, so you could be pardoned thinking it was absolutely useless.
And it would be, if he couldn't channel energy.
With a thought, the blade is filled out with shimmering yellow light--and he sweeps in from the side to block a paw full of dagger sharp claws from hitting his impromptu fight partner. Bonus, now it can't go completely back down to four paws.]
Just left of center, try there!