[No chance to pounce -- because Morgan withdraws that hand to plunge it into his coat. A deep reach into an inner pocket later, and he produces...]
Behold! Typon, the Slayer of Fingers, the Ever-Watching, the Bitey!
[Nine hydra heads raise on nine hydra necks from one tiny hydra body. Three of them regard Caster, curiously; two of them eye the dragon instead. One of them is attempting to steal the sandwich in Morgan's other hand. Two of them are furiously wrangling a scrap of cloth, striving for dominance. The last one is asleep.]
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Behold! Typon, the Slayer of Fingers, the Ever-Watching, the Bitey!
[Nine hydra heads raise on nine hydra necks from one tiny hydra body. Three of them regard Caster, curiously; two of them eye the dragon instead. One of them is attempting to steal the sandwich in Morgan's other hand. Two of them are furiously wrangling a scrap of cloth, striving for dominance. The last one is asleep.]