Nicolas grips to his sword, a smile creeping on the side of his mouths as he looks up at you: a living breathing dragon. His blue eyes shines as he tie his hair and looks at you, his sword raised up to your head.

"Tsk, dragon, you're going to die today."

You breathe fire as a threat, trying to scare Nicolas away, but he dosen't seem to flich the slightyess. With his right hand, he adjusts the shoulder strap of his armor, ready for the possible battle against you.