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"YOU NO HURT BURAS!" he shouted at the other elves, ready to take a swing at anything that got close. This was a much better challange then that other thing.
 
Pbtenchi who was a little distance off sneezed. "did someone just insult me?" he said before diving further into the brush. the elves cocked their bows, a person on a finer stead road forward, he seemed to be the leader. "you do not belong to this world, eye blight." he said. "READY, AIM..." he bellowed
 
Before the apparent leader could finish his commands, Buras slammed into his horse, pretty much punching it. That now done, he begins to lay into the elves closest to him. This was the best challange he had since he split that rock.
 
"YO ALL WEAK!" Buras shouted. At this point he was swinging blindly at anything that moved. The axe glowing red in the light.
 
The haft of his axe jabbed backwards and caught the elf in the stomach. Bending down so he was eye level with the one remaining elf, Buras growles "You are weak and puny". Then promptly slams his forehead into the elf's face. "Nothing strong."
 
Shaking his head to rid it of any pain, Buras once more walks off. Those Elves were a bit of a challange, but they were strong in numbers only. Grabbing the arrow shaft, Buras cleanly rips it out of his shoulder. He didn't wrap it. Why would he? It was to small to cause him any greef. So thought Buras' mind.
 
Pbtenchi poked his head from out behind a tree, he had heard the commotion and came over to see the commotion. WOW. "did he kill all of them?" he thought to himself. "and he still hasn't noticed" he added to himself.
 
The proud dragon still slept on his gold and yet he wondered when will the kingdom send another brave warrior to face him and perish? But at the moment he didn't care. @LyraDark


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Buras eventually reached a pool of water. Feeling thirsty, he bends down and and sees a horse's head were his was supposed to be. And he didn't like it, and paniced a little.
 
Buras forgot about his head being that of a horse's when he heard that quiet chuckle. Standing still, he listens for any more tell tale signs of someone, or thing, being there.
 
Not hearing anything else suspicios sounding, Buras more calmly examines his reflection. It was probably just how the wind blew through the trees.
 
a branch snapped under his foot and he froze. he slowly turned to face buras, hoping he wouldn't notice. sweat started pouring from him, and dripping on the forest floor
 
Buras heard the twig snapping and whipped his head around to see what made the noise. But all he saw was empty air, maybe a faint shimmer but nothing to be worried about. Just in case though, he put a hand on his axe, ready to use it.
 
he silently brushed the sweat if his face, a single drop landing on the forest floor with a surprisingly sharp ting.
 
This is reckless... Kleiss thought. Why am I doing that? I am going to have a pointless death... she thought again but kept on walking anyways. She was heading to what most of the people feared, the dragon's cave.
 

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