The moment he saw Duruk, Akiada knew he was in trouble. He had contemplated running - there was nowhere to run to, however, and he knew something that flew could easily outpace him. So he stood his ground, lifting the weightless, strange blade into a defensive posture as the massive dragon swooped down eying him carefully. He<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't want to have to try and fight a dragon, even with such a massive blade. He was, after all, a canine who preferred to not be stomped, burnt or eaten, all of which were likely outcomes of battle with something roughly five times his height and many times his weight. As Duruk growled, Akiada steeled himself, a confrontation seeming immediate. Then he heard he dragon's voice echoing in his mind, breaking the wolf's concentration and the perception of Duruk as some mindless beast he'd built up.<br/><br/>"Blade of death?" he asked, lowering the sword a bit.