[Anxiety's a bitch like that. Sam does her best to not show it, but she's got her own anxiety. Right now, she's just trying to not think about it.]
Got it. No time to waste!
[And she suits her words to her actions, charging at the dragon's tail, battleaxe raised and crackling with electricity. She's got no illusions of paralyzing the thing--her charge isn't powerful enough for that--but if she can give it a few painful jolts, it's all to the good, right? Whittle it down as far as she can, as fast as she can. She wastes no time attempting to nick the very tip off, and then moving up the beast's tail, laying about with the axe as if she were actually the barbarian she once played in a tabletop game...]
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Got it. No time to waste!
[And she suits her words to her actions, charging at the dragon's tail, battleaxe raised and crackling with electricity. She's got no illusions of paralyzing the thing--her charge isn't powerful enough for that--but if she can give it a few painful jolts, it's all to the good, right? Whittle it down as far as she can, as fast as she can. She wastes no time attempting to nick the very tip off, and then moving up the beast's tail, laying about with the axe as if she were actually the barbarian she once played in a tabletop game...]