He nudges her fondly with his nose and stands – carefully, so she isn't pushed – then gazes at them with bright eyes, legs quivering tail lashing his flanks. A thrill of delight rushes through Caspian, even before the Lion speaks again. "Much is said of the reflexes of gunslingers," Aslan says. His large mouth is open, tongue red and lolling with laughter, and each word has a rumbling hint of his roar in it. "I think I shall put them to the test. Now, children – catch me if you can!"
In the next moment he pulls himself back, then springs lightly over the gunslingers' heads, landing behind them with a softness that belies his size.
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He nudges her fondly with his nose and stands – carefully, so she isn't pushed – then gazes at them with bright eyes, legs quivering tail lashing his flanks. A thrill of delight rushes through Caspian, even before the Lion speaks again. "Much is said of the reflexes of gunslingers," Aslan says. His large mouth is open, tongue red and lolling with laughter, and each word has a rumbling hint of his roar in it. "I think I shall put them to the test. Now, children – catch me if you can!"
In the next moment he pulls himself back, then springs lightly over the gunslingers' heads, landing behind them with a softness that belies his size.