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[Dragon Slayer Arcos]

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Notice: The RP is now officially beginning! Please have all CS find their way to the city of Albarona.

Tobias Thawne



Quote: "A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of their heart."

Three weeks ago - -


Tobias stood in front of his combat instructor. Both were sweating a great deal, however it was quite apparent that Tobias was the one that is in worse condition. His sword was held out in front of him, waiting for his instructor to launch her next attack. Sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye, making him squint as he tried to stay focused. His instructor sprang forward, sword coming in for a stab at his chest. Of course that was a feint, and as Tobias moved to intercept, his instructor pivoted on her rear heel at the last moment, allowing her momentum to shift he stab into an elegant cross slash meant to cleave him from shoulder to hip.


Tobias saw the movement and parried the blow. As their blades danced away from each other, Tobias allowed the momentum of his sword to spin him around and moved to move into a crescent strike. His instructor saw it coming, but as she moved to intercept the move, Tobias struck out with his free hand with enough force to dishevel his instructor. Tobias saw an opening and was about to make the kill contact when he hesitated. A small wisp of air cooled the exposed skin over his throat as his instructor pressed the steel of her sword against his neck.


"What have I told you? Do not hesitate to deliver the final blow. You enemies will never show you the same mercy." And with that she lowered the sword from his throat. "When you block, you fear dying. When you dodge, you fear you can't protect yourself. When you strike, you fear killing." His instructor said as she turned her back to him and moved to the opposite side of the field. Turning back towards him, pure contempt was in her eyes.


"When you dodge, protect those that can't protect themselves. When you block, remember don't let them cut you. When you strike, kill." As she said this, her sword began to glow a deep red color as magic began to wrap itself around the blade. The magic energy was intense even from this far away, and the sounds coming from the blade was like screams of those that had fallen to its bite. "This is my resolve. My killer's instinct, reflected in my blade. If you cannot manage to do the same to yours, you will die with my next attack." Tobias' instructor shouted. Then a moment later she swung her sword towards Tobias, a thin wave of energy exploding from the blade and shooting towards him. Where the magic passed, the ground decayed and disintegrated into dust.


As Tobias watched his death shriek towards him, his instructors words echoed in his mind. Gripping his sword tighter, something within him seemed to click. Energy erupted within his soul like an exploding star. Thick blue energy erupted around Tobias' sword and with his life and soul on the line, he released his rage against his weakness. Swinging his sword forward, he released the energy. The blue energy exploded with such force that it flung Tobias backwards several feet. The second the blue energy touched the red magic of his instructor, the red magic disappeared. His instructor barely has enough time to dodge the energy blast before it slammed into the wall behind her completely destroying it in the blink of an eye and continuing through the camp for several hundred feet.


"Now you have it. The resolve to win a fight." His instructor complimented. However Tobias was on his back, asleep from exhaustion.


Present Day - -


Tobias had been dispatched to deal with some strange reports about a dragon terrorizing the city of Albarona. He didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do if he managed to find said dragon. But something told him that fate was on his side today as he watched scared city people evacuate the their homes.

 

[Solaire_]

Altair cursed under his breath as he wandered the streets of Albarona. Taken advantage of. Again. He bitterly watched a family evacuate their home, running in fear like snivelling cowards. How sweet had the words of the lady who forced him here been, pleading him most charismatically to escort her to the city- yet she had vanished into thin air almost as soon as they had arrived. She'd told him he'd be rewarded heavily for his time and effort. Complimented him on his skill at swords. Yet falling for another set of sweet, sugarcoated lies had gotten him into a city, apparently under the threat of a dragon, no less, hopelessly lost and wandering aimlessly. 


He could feel the glance of a few evacuees as they stared at his full suit of dark armour that covered every inch of his body. Not surprising; it was probably not often they saw armour like this, meant to be towering and intimidating. It didn't matter. "They're too occupied with their own pathetic lives, anyway." He spat under his breath, giving the evacuees a piercing glare. They immediately looked away. 


There was one person that immediately caught his eye the moment he glanced upon them by chance; most probably because he wasn't running away like the rest. Were they here to fight the supposed dragon, then? He stifled an amused chuckle as he curiously observed the individual from afar; he was too far away to be able to clearly see the person, but they still piqued his curiousity. He stepped a little closer, hiding behind a building. Maybe this could be interesting. 


@Dragon Slayer Arcos

 

[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
​

Inside of a small local bookstore, sat a petite woman in the shadowed corner, turning a page filled in ancient history of other lands. The few people inside didn't notice her presence, even when she giggled at a very silly fact of an old painting. She tucked her pink hair behind her small pointed ear, revealing that she's, in fact, an elf. A light elf. It's been years since light elves left their home country to visit the human country and Keila is really happy that she escaped her family's estate. She never seen so many humans at once before-! Though she prefer to be away from crowds hence her staying in this quint little bookstore, but still-! It's rather amazing how different and similar their races are.


Keila was about to turn another page when suddenly her head raised alarms, ringing for her to leave. The pink-haired elf stood up and surprised everyone in the book store. "Everyone! Please, leave now-! We're in terrible danger!" Some of the people just laughed at her ridiculous statement while others glared at her, muttering how rude she was. The owner came around the cashier desk, intending to scold her when screams rang in the air. The repeated words, 'Run-! Dragon! Dragon! Run away-!' made the people in the store pale in their faces and ran outside quickly, shoving and panicking at the door. The elf rolled eyes at the crowd, readying her bow and arrow to shoot at the large window besides the door. Glass shattered, glittering in the blazing fire's light and alarming the people in the store that there's another way out.


When the last person left, Kelia hopped out and ran across the street, watching the store be turned into ash from the dragon's molten flames. She looked at where the source was coming from and gasped as she watched the dragon destroy another building. Quickly, the pink-haired elf jumped to the ashen skies, hopping on one air current to another. The heat helped her fly up faster, reaching to the dragon's height. Knocking three of her arrows, she let the string go and grinned when all three hit one of the dragon's eye. It's pained roar can be heard throughout the whole city, alarming anybody nearby. Good. Now to make it go away somehow...


In the midst of thinking her next move, the dragon swung it's tail and managed to blow her away. Keila screamed, unable to stop herself with her usual air pumps since her momentum is too fast. With her rose-colored eyes closed, the pinknette didn't see where she's headed to...


And landed besides a building, feeling the wind taken out of her as she crashed on her back and skidded a bit. Keila hissed when she felt her back being scraped by the small and sharp rocks on the street. Rolling on her stomach, the elf tried to catch her breathe when her head ringed again, and looked up to see another human. He was hiding behind the building nearby and observing something....maybe. She couldn't tell with him being in the shadows. Pushing herself off the ground slowly so she wouldn't be dizzy, she muttered a warning to the hidden human.


"R-run! Go some-mewhere safe-!"


As she stood up, Keila knocked her arrows again, and aimed at the dragon's eye again. When she noticed her arrows arching downwards, the pinknette punched at nothing, releasing a strong gust of winds at the arrows so it can pierce it's other eye.


@Dragon Slayer Arcos @Solaire_

 

[Capaablanca]

Vox walked down a crowded market street of the human city Albarona, a thoughtful look on his face. He absentmindedly reached back and touched a tender spot on his right shoulder. Grimacing, he caught flashes of a nightmare he had had some weeks ago. Or maybe nightmare was the wrong word. It had certainly not been pleasant, but it did not instill fear either. It was the most vivid dream he had ever experienced, and afterword he awoke drenched in sweat, with a strange brand that had felt freshly seared into his flesh.


"AY WATCHIT!"


Lost in though Vox had run headlong into a tall thin man and nearly bowled him over without noticing. Snapped from his reverie, Vox apologized sincerely and continued walking. The disgruntled man only glared as he walked away. Vox stood tall and broad, with a shaved head and deep brown eyes that could pierce souls. His right arm was dominated by an intricate tattoo that represented the monastery he grew up in, and on his right shoulder blade sat the brand, mostly concealed by his garments. Though he had abandoned the church, he still donned his monks robes as their were exceedingly comfortable, and he found that monks attracted less trouble then most; which was to his liking. Pausing at an interesting stall, Vox perused a squat bearded mans wares. There were a number of interesting trinkets, some he claimed where enchanted, others where mundane treasures. He was searching among the artifacts for signs of the symbol now etched into his shoulder. Albarona was a large city bound to have someone or something that might shed light on his situation.


A commotion towards the streets intersection some thirty yards away caught his attention. Vox turned, eyebrow cocked slightly, towards the source of the scuffle. A contingent of six city guards came barreling around the intersections corner in his direction. Pedestrians scrambled to clear a path for the soldiers and Vox himself stepped aside politely for them, watching curiously. They rushed passed without a word but Vox could smell something funny on them; fear. It smelled sickly sweet, like an infusion of iron filings and honey. He breathed deeply and caught a wisp of dust that was rising from the churned dust the soldiers had kicked up in their fervor. Vox's face was contorted in a ridiculous silent roar as he resisted the urge to sneeze. He covered his mouth desperately and looked down.


Here it comes! He thought frantically.


And come it did. Vox was launched from the earth by the force of his sneeze and he flew fifteen feet into the air before coming down. He had managed to pull himself into a half somersault, correcting his midair position, and landed deftly right where he had been before. The surrounding citizens gaped at him in amazement, the owner of the stall he had been at moved his mouth as if to say something, but no words came forth. Things like this had happened ever since he acquired the brand. Something about it had bestowed great power and mental acuity upon him. The day after the dream Vox found he could manipulate the air around him at a whim, though so far he was unable to master the ability. A point illustrated by the fact that he had almost sneezed his way to the roof of someone's house. He looked around at all the staring faces, flushing slightly, he made to apologize to everyone nearby but was cut off by a distant roar. As if on cue, a larger troop of soldiers than the other, came from the same place and headed in the same direction, though this time there was the unmistakable mention of a dragon. Vox's eyes widened as he looked after the soldiers, a real dragon?


The street roiled in a mass of frantic bodies, like ants swarming their damaged mound. In the confusion Vox took a deep breath and jumped as hard as he could using his abilities to boost his ascent with a rush of air. Landing lightly on a flat roof top above the market he looked in the directions the soldiers had run. Spotting them, he set off in their direction; mighty roars and distant shouts grew nearer as he did. Apprehension gripped him, why was he running towards a dragon he did not know. He felt a combination of burning curiosity, and a slight obligation to use his new found power for the benefit of others. He could never live with himself if the great beast leveled the city when he could have done something about it and fled anyways. He could already see the dragon some mile in the distance towards the center of the city. With the wind at his back he lept from roof to roof, drawing ever nearer until at last he was near enough to be buffeted by the force of its wings as it made dives on people and buildings, leaving devastation in its wake with every swoop. High above him someone was engaging the titan of the sky. She was floating in the air above him and loosing arrows at beast with inhuman precision. Three shafts suddenly protruded from the dragons eye socket. The dragon thrashed in the air and roared with pain, slinging the girl from it with a whip from its enormous tail. Vox saw nothing but a blur of pink as the girl rocketed towards the ground. He winced in empathy as she landed on her back and skidded several yards. He saw her grit her teeth and get to her feet, and she shouted something unintelligible to a person he could not see. Before the dragon could recuperate Vox hopped down to the street below where the pink haired archer stood. When he drew near he noticed her ears and said,     "Are you okay? That looked exceedingly painful."


She did not have time to reply, however, as the dragon made a dive for them, blood streaming from its useless eye. They dived to safety and scrambled into a nearby alley where a an armed man stood watching them with a hint of amusement in his eyes...


@Katsuya @Solaire_

 

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Tobias Thawne



Quote: "A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of their heart."

Tobias heard the roar of the dragon before he could even see it. The sound seemed to vibrate the air around him with power as he covered his ears to protect them. Something in his gut made him wonder what could slay a beast so savage yet cunning. People screamed and streamed past him in a river of panic, those that were weaker than some were knocked to the ground and trampled to death. Tobias gritted his teeth as he saw soldiers rushing through the crowd, trying to get to the action, their faces showing a mixture of fear the dedication to their job, even as their eyes spoke of their wish to flee. As a soldier rushed past, Tobias grabbed his bow and quiver without alerting the man.


From there, Tobias looked to the sky and focused. It felt like his body has been set on fire as power flowed through his veins. He pushed that power out and around him, and with a gust of wind he was soaring through the air quickly. Since he was close to the center of the city, the buildings were more than ten stories and close together. Tobias alighted upon the top of one of the tallest buildings in the city to get a good look at what he was going to be fighting. And he was impressed. The dragon was huge, easily 50 feet from snout to tailtip. It was a fire dragon, evidenced by the rusty red of its scales.


Tobias could see that it was nimble as something much smaller than it, as it dived between the buildings with incredible ease and dexterity. Flares of red could be seen as the dragon unleased its fire upon those unlucky to be near. As the dragon began to gain altitude once again, he saw a pink streak shoot up by it and shoot what looked like arrows at it. The dragon roared, using its tail to create a wind stream to blast the pest away from it. Tobias didn't see what happened to the girl, but he did see the dragon dive down after her, evidently intent on finishing the job.


Tobias stepped off the edge of the building and fell several stories, allowing gravity to give him speed before using his power to propel him forward. Tobias shot over the buildings, as he did, he readied the bow with an arrow. When he was close to the dragon, he alight the tip of the arrow with flickering blue energy and loosed the missile at his target. Upon contact, the arrow exploded with force, knocking the dragon sideways. The dragon roared with vehemence, and turned its head to Tobias, its mouth open and light coming up its throat as it prepared to use its flames against him.


"Ok Tobias, what the hell was plan two?!" Tobias said to himself as he released his power and drop through the air as fire erupted over his head exactly where he had just been. He caught himself in the air, his teeth gritted as he resisted the pull of gravity.


@Solaire_ @Capaablanca @Katsuya

 

[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur woke with a start, as half of his dark, musty cell was destroyed. The first thing he saw was a reptilian foot being launched through the side of the prison. He wasn't planning on escaping early, or escaping at all. His release was scheduled a month from now. Part of him didn't want to leave the prison, it was what he deserved. But seeing that sunlight dance across the rubble of the prison made him long for freedom. Arthur crawled out of his bed. The bed was more a stack of hay than it was a bed. He walked towards the opening in the wall. Just feeling the sunlight on his skin invigorated him, it was like a drug to him, but he never knew why. 

He scanned his immediate surroundings, which wasn't more than just rubble. The first thing he could note was a man hopping across the roofs, which was odd, considering he shouldn't physically be able to do that. Then he saw a woman get launched towards the ground. It was amazing she had survived, but why was she flying towards the ground in the first place? He didn't want to stick around to find out, he had to leave before whatever was doing this found him. Arthur left the prison, the debris cutting and bruising his bare feet. As he left, saw two people zip into a nearby alley, it was the same odd two that had been flying around doing supernatural things. They were probably apart of some sort of entertainment show gone wrong. He was on his way towards them, but then a large shadow crossed his path, as a large mass of scales and wings dived at the man who had been jumping across the buildings. Roof-Jumping Man and a girl scrambled into an alley. Arthur stared at a large mass. He didn't think they existed until now, he had never seen such a thing. A dragon was attacking the city. Seeing the dragon made his shoulder burn, the same shoulder that had the mark, that was painfully seared into his shoulder. It was a painful reminder of what he had done. Arthur ran past the alley, silently prayed the dragon didn't see him. He didn't want to die, not today, at least. As he ran past the alley he glanced at the two, giving them a slightly disapproving look, yet the look was still encouraging.

After running a few meters, Arthur heard a loud roar, then an explosion. His head jerked to his left side, seeing a large stream of fire on his way. He looked away. He wasn't ready to die yet, but he couldn't move his body. He'd cover his head with his arms, and prepared. He felt the mark on his shoulder burn through his shirt, showing it off to anyone looking at him. As the sunlight touched it, it burned hotter, almost painful.

He felt warmth, and was blinded by a flash of white light, as the dragon's flames washed over him, but it didn't hurt. He opened his eyes. He wasn't dead, he was in the middle of the stream of fire, the yellow-orange flames moving around him, the ground around him being singed and burned. The more he thought about why he SHOULD be dead, the hotter the dragon's flames got. Every second he was there, the flames got hotter, as if challenging him. Strangely, Arthur laughed as he thought about the flames challenging him, as if it were a person. 'Oh, you thought you could stand in the middle of me? Hah! I'll show you.'.  It was comical to Arthur. Soon the flames disappeared, and he was alive. The dragon had turned his attention else where, and after tracing where the dragon would be looking, he saw a man in the air, the dragon rearing it's head to spit fire at him. He knew he was about to do something extremely stupid. 

He picked up a stone, it was fairly big, about the size of his fist. He reared his arm back as far as he could and launched the stone as hard as he could. The rock whistled as it flew through the air, it was more than a whistle, it was like a scream. The rock was moving extremely fast, burying itself into the dragons snout, knocked the entire dragon's head sideways. Arthur's first instinct after that was to run, in which he did. 


@Dragon Slayer Arcos
@Katsuya
@Solaire_
@Capaablanca

 

 

[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
​

Keila was taken off guard when the monk came out of nowhere, asking her if she was okay. Her face turned red as she stuttered her answer after moving out of the way from the dragon's attack."F-fine! Doing fin-fine-! You as-asking Thanks-?" She almost slapped herself silly with that sentence and tried again. "I mean-! Thanks, for asking, but I'm doing fine." Before she moved again, a guy was running through the alleys and...


Why did it look like he was encouraging them despite the disapproving look?


Then in her horror, the stranger got hit by the dragon's flames and she thought the worst for him. There's no way he survived that blast. Keila didn't want to see a puddle of human so she looked up again to see a guy with white hair jump up. Her eyes widened when he jumped that high-! She thought she was the only one who could jump like that. Ever since that weird dream and the mark on her left shoulder, the pink-haired elf received the control over air. She never told anyone, in case they didn't understand and now-! Now there's a guy who might have a clue of what that mark on her shoulder means.


'Maybe...' She thought before looking back and gasped quietly when she saw the stranger from before. He's still alive?! Even after being hit by that fire? What's going on here?! Keila decided to help distract the dragon so the stranger can run safer. She jumped to the roof of the building, knocking her arrows and shooting them in the dragon's wings. Then she ran around it, shooting arrows at it's weak spots.


@Dragon Slayer Arcos @Capaablanca @Solid_Glass @Solaire_

 

[Solaire_]

Altair continued to stay in his alley, despite the pink-haired girl's barely audible warning for him to run. Despite his mental insistences to himself that he cared not for these people, risking their lives foolishly fighting a dragon like this, he found his conscience, and the remnants of his former, naive self, preventing him from moving away. He chided himself harshly for being so foolish; helping others only brought pain, and they were never grateful. He continually debated with himself in this manner, eventually becoming so caught up in his own thoughts, he barely noticed the girl and another man dive into the same alley that he was in.


He scoffed audibly once he realized their presence, purposely looking away back at the dragon after a momentary glance at them. Looking back, the person he had spotted before had began to engage the dragon, somehow propelling himself into the air. "What?" He narrowed his eyes under his helmet. How was that possible? Somehow, this reminded him of his own powers that he had received after that one dream- he winced by simply recalling the searing pain on his shoulder that day. Even though what this person was doing was much different from his powers, just something about them made him feel an incredibly vague connection. He simply watched as the girl jumped out again, shooting arrows at the dragon. The amount of willpower it was taking for him to not immediately jump in and help was eating away at his conscience dangerously. Without realizing, he had already begun to grip his sword tightly. 


@Dragon Slayer Arcos @Capaablanca @Solid_Glass @Katsuya

 

[Blackrose7]

Alexandria was watching the whole dragon fight from someone's roof here; since she did hear the news about a dragon attacking the city of Albarona from her hometown: Peyridge. But Alexandria knew that there were going to be people, who wanted to kill the dragon; so she didn't ask for anybody to pay her for her samurai service here; because dealing with a group of people is annoying.
'Well, this is getting pretty interesting; since it seems that they all have a unique type of magic here. Too bad that I don't have any magic, for if I did; I would kill that stupid dragon like around three minutes.' thought Alexandria, since she doesn't know that using magic is a lot harder than she thinks. For every single time that Alexandria peeked into the training room; it looked like that her family was making it very easy when they are using their magic in there.
Now if you are wondering about how Alexandria knew about everybody, who was fighting against the dragon having a unique type of magic; she did learn about the normal types of magic from her teacher here. Because the normal types of magic that most people use are ice, plant, steel, time, and etc; but there are few people like her, who doesn't have any magic at all here. 


@Dragon Slayer Arcos @Capaablanca @Solid_Glass @Katsuya @Solaire_

 

[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur had stopped at the corner he turned around the dragon apparently still there. He could tell from the roars that it let out. He felt a tugging sensation in his gut, almost like guilt, but it wasn't. He remembered how that pink-haired girl had been flung by the dragon, but some how survived. She was tough, that was for sure, but she couldn't do it alone. If he remembered correctly, there was a man with her, but he wasn't sure if he was helping her at all. He didn't want to do anything stupid, but if he had survived the dragon's flames once, he was almost certain he could do it again. He took multiple deep breaths, silently reinforcing his swear not to use his 'secret'. He didn't know the city for much, he only knew he was imprisoned here as a checkpoint before he was transferred again. If he fought the dragon - and somehow won, he might even redeem himself and not have to serve the rest of his sentence. 

He silently prayed, again before rounding the corner again. But he nearly tripped as he remembered he didn't have any of his weapons. He saw the remains of the prison, about 1/4th of the building was still up. If he remembered correctly, both the cell blocks and cafeteria had been destroyed, but the warden's office and the "Employees only" room should still be intact. His weapons were confiscated and if they were anywhere, they'd be there. He ran across the street, out into the open, zipping across the street to the remains of the prison. 

As he approached, he waded through the debris and rubble of the building, trying to locate the staff wing. He saw a bright red light, which meant the door was locked. That was probably where he had to go. He walked over to the door, grabbing a large rock. He started to slam it repeatedly into the door until it broke. That door was metal, and he was surprised at his own strength. It was odd and superhuman. He almost thought that the pink haired woman and he were the same, but he nearly instantly dismissed it as he considered how ridiculous that would be.  Arthur walked through the door, looking around at smashed tables, papers littered across the floor, and the cabinets and lockers knocked over. "This must be the file room..." He said absently to himself, walking through another door that was already broken down. It was full of lockers and chests. His gear had to be here somewhere. He looked around the room, spotting a box that said "TRANSPORT TO AVERILL PRISON". He jogged over to it, opening the box. "Averill prison... Never heard of it.". He took out a jagged and curved knife and it's leather sheath. He pulled out a black scabbard that was easily 4 feet, with a leather carrying strap. He unsheathed the sword. It was a gift from his parents before he left home, it seemed like it was made just for him. It was adjusted to his height, and was well balanced in his hand. Anyone else who used it said it was clumsy and wasn't balanced well, which was strange. It was an ordinary steel sword, as far as he knew. He ducked his head through the strap, keeping the sword unsheathed and the scabbard on his back.

Arthur ran back outside of the prison with his reclaimed gear. He charged the dragon, watching as that same pink-haired girl fired arrows at the dragon. He wasn't a very good swordsman, but he wouldn't need swordsmanship to fight a dragon. All he needed were quick reflexes and steely nerves. As he got closer to the dragon, the air around him blistered, as if the dragons very presence made the air boil. Arthur swung his sword across his chest, horizontally into the dragon's foot, cringing as it made it a sickening thunk when it embedded itself into the dragon's leg. He slid the sword out, looking at the blood that seemed to be... evaporating? 'That was quick.' Arthur thought, as he retreated. He looked back, seeing that he had grab the dragon's attention, and that the dragon was tailing him. This wasn't a smart idea, not by a long shot. 

@Solaire_
@Katsuya
@Dragon Slayer Arcos
@Capaablanca
@Blackrose7
 

 

[PressureCooker]

It was the dragon that brought Alexander to Albarona. The city of Albarona itself was not far from the abandoned monastery that Alex called home. In fact, if he climbed on top of the monastery, he could see the city's rooftops in the distance. However, Alex never bothered to visit, as he was perfectly fine where he was. However, when he saw the dragon, he had to follow it. Alexander had read all about dragons and their fearsomeness and magnificence in the monastery's library, and had always wanted to see one in person. When he had seen it, Alexander was in the forest, foraging. Upon seeing it, he immediately followed it to the border of the forest. There, Alexander had hesitated, but his desire to see more of the magnificent creature got the better of him and he ran after it. He didn't recall running into anybody in his pursuit, but that was mostly because he had stuck to the shadows. And such, this chase brought him to Albarona.


Now, Alexander was crouched inside the ruins of a smoldering building, peeking out at the chaos behind an opening in the wall where a window once stood. However, his interest was on the people fighting the dragon rather than the dragon itself. Before this, he had assumed that he was the only person who possessed such special abilities, but this was immediately corrected by what he had just observed. He watched, partially in awe, as a muscular man dropped off the top of a building, flew over the dragon, and then unleashed an arrow that knocked the dragon sideways in a blast of blue energy. He had then seen someone else, someone with pink hair, running over the rooftops and burying arrows in exposed areas in the dragon's tough scales. Now, he was curious as to who these people were, and how they had obtained their abilities. At this point, another man entered the fray and buried his sword in the dragon's legs. Alexander decided to move up for a better view. He wasn't worried about any harm to himself, he knew he could avoid it anyway. As he moved outisde the ruins of the building to a position behind a demolished pillar, he caught sight of a girl watching the battle from the rooftops. This girl was blue-haired and was similarly interested in all the commotion going on. Alexander observed her for a little, but returned his attention to the dragon as it let out a deafening roar.


@Dragon Slayer Arcos


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[Capaablanca]

After darting into the alley with the elven girl, she stammered assurances of her wellbeing and leaped back into the fray without a second glance. As she bounded away he caught a glimpse of her back. It was shredded from the roughage of the road and her earlier landing. Through a bloodied hole near her shoulder blade, was the same mark that he himself had been endowed with weeks before, it was even in the same place. It was only a brief moment before she passed out of sight, but Vox was sure. He had studied his own mark many times in the mirror, and there could be no doubt. Glancing back at the swordsman in the alley, Vox saw him roll his eyes beneath a dark helm and scoff. The man was tall and broad shouldered like himself, and was garbed in slightly battle-worn armor of the same dark material as the helm that obscured most of his face.  They made eye contact, and the swordsman gave him an indiscernible look before something caught his eye, and he looked over Vox's shoulder into the street beyond. With a great gush of wind the dragon landed on a roof opposite the alley they stood in, sending ruble and furniture cascading down the front of the structure. The beast growled in fury at the steady hail of arrows found their way to its softest spots relentlessly. Were they all from the elf?


Pandemonium ensued initiated by an incredible explosion of blue light that struck the dragons flank, forcing it to totter dangerously at the building edge before righting itself and unleashing a deafening roar. There was man in the sky emanating an glowing blue aura the same color as the explosion. Vox wasn't aware that such powers existed. He had seen magic before, it was not too uncommon, but never at such a level. It was as if he were watching one of the epics he had read about being played out before him. Ass if to confirm this thought a scruffy looking young man in prisoners garments, dashed passed the alleys opening and shot them a dubious look before attracting the attention of the beast above him. The dragon didn't seemed to know who to strike; there were so many attacks and fighters coming out of the woodwork. The half blind and bleeding dragon simply struck out at the young man who was now closest to it. It unleashed a white hot jet of flame from its maw that instantly enveloped the newcomer. Vox wanted to help but the flames intensity was almost too much to bear from where he stood, let alone closer. All he could do was shield his eyes and wait.


When the flames finally receded Vox opened his eyes and gaped. The young prisoner was standing in a shallow depression the dragons fire had made, apparently unharmed. His clothes where completely destroyed and his skin was charred black but he appeared to be fine. ran to the man but as he neared he faltered once more and stared at the mans now naked shoulder. It glowed like the embers of a fire but it was the same mark that he and the elf had. Vox's mind raced, so much was happening he found it hard to make a decision about the current catastrophe. He stood there stupidly, he was normally an excellent thinker, in fact even at his young age he had surpassed many of the older scholars at the monastery he had left in terms of raw intelligence. However at the moment he was frozen, he could not think, he could not process, he could not act.


The now scorched young man laughed heartily, picked up a still red hot stone from his feet, and hurled it at the dragon faster than an arrow. Seeming to realize the consequences of this, the newcomer dashed away across the street and out of sight before the dragon could recover. Something about the ridulousness of what had just happened snapped Vox back to reality. His mind was again open and flowing, Now lucid, he analyzed the situation. The dragon was in a wakened state; it was blind on its right flank, and on the left it was crippled by a bad wing that was rent asunder by the blue explosion from earlier. He took off toward the dragon urging the wind to propel him forward. He had left his weapon, but hoped that his new abilities would suffice. He eyed the dragons good wing, it was possible the beast could still take off with the bad wing if it really had too. If he could some how keep it on the ground, they would have a chance at slaying it. As he closed the distance the prisoner from before cut him off, charging the dragon with a newly acquired sword and a fierce war cry.


The balls on this guy.


The prisoner ran up the pile of ruble leading up to the dragon, and sunk his blade into the creatures blindside foreleg. Then, pulling his blade free he leapt backwords several paces and began to run again. If it had not been a life threatening ordeal, Vox would have laughed at the young mans audacity. The dragon keeled slightly on its weakened leg and Vox saw his chance. As the dragon staggered after the prisoner Vox channeled his all of his strength into summoning the wind, and leapt from the ground to the roof with ease. Upon landing he funneled the wind with a long sweeping motion of his arms into the space between the dragons side and its wing. The good wing was forcibly unfurled with a crack, and the dragon was sent backward off the building by the strength of the gale. It landed with a resounding thud and pained roar. Vox did not have time to celebrate though, as the building had begun to collapse from the force of the dragons landing. He tried to leap from danger but a stray wooden beam caught his robes as he did and turned him awkwardly in the air. He tried to summon the wind to soften his landing, but he was caught so off guard that he could not maintain his focus as he fell, twisting as he tried to right himself. The ground rushed up to meet him and Vox landed heavily on his right shoulder. He could do nothing but lay in the wrecked street for a time, as he was overwhelmed with pain.

 

[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur was sweating from all the work he'd just done. Or maybe it was the terror he was feeling. He didn't know what to do next with the dragon tailing him, probably gaining on him quickly. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and a roar. Arthur skid to a stop, spinning on his heel the face the dragon once again. The dragon was now lying on its side on the remains of a building. What was even stranger was that a man was falling from the sky. Arthur covered his mouth when he hit the ground wincing. He ran towards the dragon, he could end this now, but he was more concerned about the man lying on the ground, who was extremely still in the middle of the street. Arthur wasn't one to help people he didn't know, but he felt like he owed him a favor, seeing as how he got the dragon off of me. He changed course, heading for the man on the ground. He saw the dragon get up out of the corner of its eye, its wings painfully twisted and cut. He almost felt bad for it, as he neared the man, he could see him breathing.

"Hey, are you alright?" Arthur spoke to him in a shaky voice. He was afraid too. As the dragon shook off its dizziness, he could see the orange glow forming deep in its throat. He was about to spit flames again. "Curl up into a ball, quickly!" He kneel over him, putting his arms on both of the mans sides, almost in a hug, except his arms didn't wrap around him. He heard a noise that sounded like a gas build up in a factory's generator room. He prepared, dropping his sword next to the man. 

He felt the heat before it came, and braced himself. As the flames washed over him, he knew he was fine, his clothes probably weren't. He was reduced down to his pants, which were tattered and ripped, with a few burn marks on them, but they seemed to be holding up against the flames, which was odd. The flames began to part around him, the flames forming a funnel after rolling off of Arthur's body. He looked down to check on the man he was currently protecting. He couldn't see much, due to the bright white light of the flames, but he hoped that he was fine. He heard the dragon stomping towards them, and worse than that, the heat intensified. Arthur wasn't sure he could take any more of this. He felt the actual breathing of the dragon behind him, not the flames, its intake of air. He hoped it was where he thought it was, because what he was about to do might kill him. He turned, spreading out his body to protect the injured man behind him. He yelled, and reared his fist, and launched it somewhere outside of the flame in a hook shape. He felt his fist connect with something hard and pointy, and the dragon reared. The flames cleared, and Arthur was seeing spots in his vision, but he could tell he had punched the dragon somewhere around the area in between its nose and mouse, because he saw a tooth that was hanging out of its mouth, bleeding. He didn't have a lot of time, he turned and looked at the man, still not sure if he was dead or not, grabbed him by his shirt, and his own sword, and began to drag him towards the rubble of a building. @Capaablanca
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[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
​

Panting and wincing from the bleeding scraps on her back, Keila shot her last arrow, frowning in worry as she watched the other fighters join the fray. It was tiring to jump one rooftop to another as she wasn't used to her elemental powers yet. She decided to rest a bit before jumping in again, planning of what to do since she ran out of arrows.


Then her eyes widened when the other fighters managed to harm the dragon, even got it to fall on it's back. Though, she's in more shocked about the other fighters' abilities. The monk can use the winds too? And the stranger from before, he chopped at the dragon's foot and took another of the dragon's fire breathe! Geez-! She thought that humans rather avoid fighting creatures like this, not join in! What brave souls...When the monk went down, Keila was about to jump towards him until she saw that the stranger got to him first and covered him with his body as the dragon breathed it's fire.


Sucking in her breathe, the pink-haired elf stared in panic as the dragon continued with it's fiery breathe. She's worried that the stranger might be able to withstand it as much as the dragon got closer to the pair. 'Ouch!' She winced when the dragon had it's jaw punched in by the should-be-burned stranger, it's tooth hanging there by it's gums and bleeding. It's really gross to see, but she's relieved that he managed to stay alive. Even pull the monk into safety. Letting go of her breathe, Keila jumped again, reaching towards the pair of men that's hiding in the rumbled building.


As she landed on ground, stumbling a bit and breathing hard, Keila asked the should-be-burned stranger in prisoner's clothing, stuttering. "A-a-are you ok-okay? Is he a-awake?" She leaned on one of the destroyed pillars, her trembling legs about to give out anytime now. Her face was slowly turning pale when she saw the monk still knocked out.


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[Blackrose7]

As Alexandria continued to watch the dragon fight; she saw the dragon landing on a different building, and a monk, who unfortunately had to deal with his robe being caught by a stray wooden beam. The poor monk didn't have a soft landing either; because he landed on his right shoulder. 'Ouch. That has got to hurt here, but I should go help him. Even though, he would need to pay me for the help.' thought Alexandria; as she was getting up from her seat on the rooftops to go help the monk here. But, someone else ended up helping the monk in her place first, however.
'...Ok then. I don't need to go help the monk after all.' thought Alexandria, since she wanted the monk's money here for its just 10 dollars.
She then saw the pink haired girl go check on the monk here; even though that was probably a bad idea; because those three idiots aren't paying attention to the dragon now. 'What the hell are those three doing?! Since I know that the girl want to make sure that the monk is ok, but not when the dragon is around. Because it can attack you guys at any minute here!' thought Alexandria.


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[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur leaned the man up against the wall. He didn't look good, and that fall didn't look good either. He looked at his shoulder, he couldn't tell if it was broken or not, nor did he feel like figuring it out, due to their given situation. That dragon he punched in the face might destroy the entire city looking for them. He smiled, not because he was fighting a dragon, but. He punched a motherfucking dragon in the face. He was proud of it too. But he had other things to think about now. This guy was in bad shape, and he had to find him better cover, because the building they were located in was in worse shape than the guy he dragged all the way out here. He heard the dragon outside recover, and stomp around.

Soon, he saw a figure coming from the sky. He thought it was the dragon, and in a reflex, pointed his sword at where it would be the dragons gullet. Instead, he was faced with the pink haired woman. He reminded him of someone, but he wasn't sure who. Then an idea popped into his head. She looked like she was ready to take a break, and Arthur could probably keep going for a little longer. He still had his sword at her throat, which he hadn't realized until now, that his sword was glowing. Like, red hot glowing. He was tempted to drop it and find something to cool it off, but he held it firmly. "Stay here with this guy, make sure he gets better. You look tired." He commanded, like he had a right to. He didn't know the woman, but, he was probably doing her a favor. He left the room before she could respond, running at the dragon like he did this everyday.

The dragon lunged at him, out stretched its neck and its mouth open ready to bite Arthur in half. He ran and dived into a roll to his left side. He saw the dragon was blinded on this side, and dashed at the dragon, and brought the blade up to his head, and quickly brought it down, putting a deep gash in the dragon's face. The sword was even more orange than before, and Arthur felt like it was going to explode. The dragon reared, and Arthur found another opportunity to strike. He lunged, and swung his sword from his right shoulder, his sword hissing as it cut through the wind. He let out a loud yell as he swung, hearing a deep thump as he swung at the leg he had hacked into earlier.

He was more surprised at how he did it more than what happened. The entire dragon's foot had been severed, melted through by his sword. He stared at his own sword in awe as the dragon fell over, off balance and missing something. He felt the sword dim, as if his lack of combat disappointed the sword itself. He looked at the dragon, who was still, and had destroyed a few buildings when it fell. He hoped it hadn't fallen on the building the two people were in. The dragon was weak, and it probably wouldn't be doing anything soon. He could leave and let the city guards or whoever finish it off. 

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[Solaire_]

Altair watched as monk left the alley, using more mysterious magic to cripple the dragon, then falling and getting injured. Another man had saved him shortly after, somehow miraculously surviving another blast of flame. Altair surprised himself by not paying more attention to what sort of strange, incredibly miraculous deeds these others were doing, considering they were far out of the ordinary, but he was so focused on the dragon at the moment that he barely processed what they were doing, his mind and eyes over passing their actions completely. Before he knew it, the seemingly flame-proof man was pointing a sword at the pink haired girl for a reason he could not discern or hear from such a far distance, before completely slicing off the dragon's foot. Admittedly, he was impressed. It wasn't every day you saw someone survive being set on fire, and slice off a dragon's entire foot so effortlessly. 


The dragon obviously seemed extremely weakened, and Altair forced himself to hold back his urge to scream at these people to simply finish the thing off. He looked temptingly at his own sword. As much as he fought against it, he knew his conscience would never let go of him if the dragon somehow ended up harming these people even more. Sighing to himself in defeat, he charged more willingly toward the dragon and the buildings it had fell on than he'd have liked, his footsteps pounding against the streets. Pausing only for a split second, he plunged his sword with all his might into the dragon's head, flinching a little when it let out a hoarse roar of pain. It twitched greatly for a moment, before its roar faded to silence, and its body stiffly stilled itself. 


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[Katsuya]

-Keila Vanya-
​

Keila nodded before falling on her knees, watching the Prisoner leave to fight the dragon. At least, he deemed her to be harmless enough to not kill her on the spot. That would have been bad for her since she's weak at the moment. Catching her breathe, she looked over the unconscious monk, wanting to make sure that he's okay before yelping when the ground shook. The pink-haired elf looked back at the battle to see the prisoner cut the dragon's foot off and the dark knight from before plunging his sword in the dragon's head.


With that, the battle ended and Keila could finally breathe in relief.


After checking on the Monk and prodding his shoulder lightly, deeming that it might be broken or just really swollen, Keila walked out the safety of the rubble. Her legs are still shaking as she tried to get closer to the dark knight and the Prisoner before curtsying a bit. She couldn't break her family's teachings on manners...damn.


"T-than-thank you...for your help and defe-defeating the dragon." Her cheeks turned red, creating a very bright contrast with her pale face. Her arms and legs were sore from jumping and shooting arrows non-stop. Her heart is beating quickly from talking, but she is grateful to the men who fought when they didn't have to. Keila smiled at them, showing her appreciation. "I-I was in a b-bad pin-pinch when you cam-came by, so thank you so much."










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[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax

Arthur stood there and watched as a man came out of seemingly no where, killing the dragon by plunging his sword into the dragon's head. He felt relief, the dragon was dead. He wondered how this entire thing would've went if wasn't here. They probably would've been fine. He raised his sword, sheathing it. His shirt was gone, his pants were burned and cut, and he had involuntarily escaped from prison, while also assisting in killing a dragon. It was a weird 20 minutes of events, and he didn't know what to do now that the main conflict was dead. Who was that guy who killed the dragon anyways? He hoped he'd stick around to talk, because he had a lot of questions.

He looked over at the building that the pink-haired woman was in, wondering if they were alright. The building hadn't collapsed, and he didn't hear anything. He feared the worse until the girl came out of the building, curtsying. He almost wanted to laugh, if it hadn't been for how tired he was. He hadn't noticed, but he was exhausted, it felt like his body was on fire and he ached everywhere. It took all of his will power not to collapse and pass out on the spot. Arthur listened to her heavily stuttered response, before nodding. Her face was the same color as the dragon's hard, red scales. It looked funny on her, seeing as her entire body was pale and red really stood out on her skin. Yeah, no problem. Wasn't too bad at all. Is what Arthur wanted to say. But in reality, he was still scared that he might have to fight something else. Arthur could've left them to fight on their own, maybe even die. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but words wouldn't come out. He forced himself to speak, and stuttered something unintelligibly sounding like "Uhoh ugh huh." 

Smooth.
Real smooth.

"Is that other guy okay?" Arthur asked, pointing his chin at the building. Arthur looked back at the dragon. The more he looked at it, the more his devilish, evil, wide ear-to-ear grin spread. He felt an unsettling deal of satisfaction from seeing the dragon dead, despite the fact it hadn't really harmed him. Despite it feeling good, he felt another tug in his gut, like guilt, like whatever good was left in him was kicking him, telling him to stop smiling. The tug also did another thing. It restored some of his energy. It made him not want to lie down somewhere and take a nap. It was strange that he was rejuvenated by seeing a dead dragon, and it almost upset him. Arthur put a puzzled look on his face for a moment, before snapping back to attention. Before she could respond to his initial question, he asked another. "What's your name?" The way it came out made it sound like he was telling her to tell him her name, like a command. It came out wrong, and he hoped she didn't take it the wrong way. They had just met [kind of], and he didn't want to make a bad first impression.

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-Keila Vanya-
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Keila raised an eyebrow when the prisoner made noises, not understanding what he just said. 'Um...what?' she thought before flinching when he asked her questions. The pink haired elf was tempted to hide behind the rubble again. He sounded scary and very demanding-! Then again...a fight's high does affect a person...so..she's not going to hide...


Yet...


"H-he's...Monk is o-okay, either has a br-broken or a-a swollen shoulder." She twiddled her fingers as she hunched her shoulders a bit, leaning back but not moving from her spot. The monk didn't get hit by any of the rubble and the dragon died before it could strike at them. "My n-name's Keila...Vanya...w-wh-what's your names?" Then she quickly waved her hands in a flustered panic. "Mind-! Don't-If you don't-! Um..."


That...was really bad...So she tried again and took a deep breathe to calm down. "If you do-don't mind me asking..." She asked the both of them. Keila is terrible with talking to the opposite gender, but she didn't want to offend them either.


Then she heard a woman screaming for help...from somewhere...


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[MoltenLightning]

Trinity Coven was minding her own business, walking through the city with nothing but a satchel and horse. Sure, the farm wasn't too far from this city. But it was always better to have a horse on hand if the time ever called for it. This time, she had brought along little Biscuit; She was slightly below average height for a horse, and was one of Trinity's favorite. The horse had a chestnut coat, with mixtures of a creamy color. Biscuit was also one of the only ones who didn't freak out upon seeing Trinity's weird abilities.


Now, however, was not the time to be thinking about this. Somehow, she had failed to spot the GIANT FLYING LIZARD IN THE SKY. The screams rang out while she was lost in thought; then, suddenly, she felt her hair whip about as a giant gust of wind beat her face. Thankfully, Biscuit was there to steady her. As she finally saw the GIANT FLYING LIZARD IN THE SKY, her face dropped. 'Of course this had to happen, especially to the town I'm in. OF COURSE!' She roared in her head, placing a hand on her face.


Trinity, realizing that now may not be the best time to be upset, sprinted off into an alleyway. Unfortunately, she became cornered. The dragon found other prey at one point, but had destroyed the two houses on either side of her and trapped her. Even above her, a rock lay and blocked her from leaving. Biscuit was skittish herself, fidgeting and furiously exhaling from her nostrils in fear. Trinity tried petting her, but there was no calming the creature. So Trinity shuffled over to her own spot in the cramped space, and tried calling upon her strange abilities. Promptly, she felt an overwhelming sensation surge through and out of her.


Tendrils of vaguely defined energy could be seen springing up from her back and sides, moving like grass in the wind. Almost waiting. Without hesitation, she directed them to get the rocks out of the way. They certainly tried, shoving and pushing. Trinity even tried making them thicker and larger. But, alas, it appeared she couldn't do this alone. The rock was far too large. She listened, hoping desperately that by some means people would slay the dragon. There was roaring, which was either a good sign or a bad one. Crashing, flailing. Then it all stopped. Silence hung in the air for a bit. Subsequently, in the silence, voices. Murmurs, a little distance away. Fearing she may lose her opportunity, she cried out, "Hello?! Hey! I'm trapped under a ton of rocks! I could use a little HELP," She made she to enunciate the word help, forcing it to be louder. Ugh, she sure hoped someone heard her.


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Tobias Thawne



Quote: "A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of their heart."

Tobias was shocked at how much energy it had taken to injure the dragon, and was already panting lightly as sweat beaded from his skin. He felt the pull of gravity on his body more as his energy declined, but he pushed against it. He was about to take out another missile when others began to appear and attack the dragon. These individuals seemed to have powers like his, though it didn't appear that they had developed them very far judging by how they appeared to be struggling.


After several attacks from the other, Tobias knew that it was time for the dragon's suffering to be brought to an end, and began to charge his blade with energy. However, before he could do anything, another person entered the fray and slew the dragon. Effectively ending the fight. Mentally thanking the man, Tobias let the energy around his sword fade away, and he sheathed it. He quickly descended to the ground, his panting having grown subtly stronger the longer he remained in the air, the blue aura around his body fading as he touched the ground.


He saw the man in dark armor, the man that could withstand the Dragon's fire, and the pink haired girl. But he didn't see the other man. He knew he had been hurt trying to fight the dragon, and so he moved as quickly as he could down the street, dodging around the rubble and passing the man in the black armor. He heard the prisoner talking and rounded a corner to see the pink haired girl talking to him. Then he saw the bald man, slumped against the wall of a building. He seemed to be bad shape, with his shoulder dislocated and suffering other less serious injuries.


"I can help you, but this is gonna hurt pretty badly." Tobias said, even though he wasn't sure the man could hear him. Tobias took the man's uninjured shoulder and moved him to a lying position on his back. From there, he very slowly and gently moved the injured arm till it was straight out, palm facing up. There he grabbed the arm with both hands and gently twisted the arm until the socket aligned. There was a terrible snap as the arm popped back into place. Tobias then quickly but gently moved the arm so that it crossed over his stomach and rested there. "Does anyone have any type of cloth that can be used to bind his arm in place?" Tobias called out.


That was when he heard the cry for help some distance away.


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[Solaire_]

Altair was reluctantly pulling his sword out of the dragon carcass' head when the pink haired girl spoke, thanking someone; though he was too focused on his firmly stuck weapon lodged deeply into the dragon, he presumed she was talking to him and whoever was emitting that strong smell of something burning next to him. Most probably the one who had miraculously survived the blast of flames from earlier. He only nodded his head apathetically in reply, as he managed to pull the blade out with a grunt of effort, wincing at the mess on the metal. Ever since the certain incident that had incriminated him, he still had trouble looking at such gore, especially on his own sword. The should-be burning man next to him asked a few questions about the state of the monk and for the girl's name, but not before uttering an almost laughably foolish sounding stutter of indiscernable sounds. The girl asked for their names afterward, and he paid no more heed to their antics. It was clear to him he'd overstayed already, and he needed to leave. Now.


He took a step in the opposite direction of the the other strangers when he heard a sudden snapping sound, and an unfamiliar voice as for cloth. He looked back to see the stranger he'd initially seen before over the monk, presumably having just snapped the latter's shoulder back in place, considering the monk's boulder looked a lot more natural now. He shook his head, and as about to continue on his way when he heard a cry for help somewhere nearby. Without even thinking, he immediately began to search for the source of the sound, completely stopping in his tracks to do so. 


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After the dragon was dead; Alexandria was going to leave, since she didn't have any reason to be there now. 'Well; that was interesting to watch here, but I need to go now. For this city doesn't...wait a minute. Is someone calling for help here?' thought Alexandria, since this was another chance to get some money here.
So Alexandria looked around for the voice from the rooftops; and saw a girl being trapped by a bunch of rocks. 'Geez, this girl has bad luck for being trapped under a bunch of rocks here. But anyways; I should stop thinking about that, and just help the girl out.' thought Alexandria, who was wondering how to help the girl since there are too many rocks on top of her. '...Well then. I can't do this; because I have no way of helping this girl out. For if I tried to move a rock here, then all of the rocks that are on top of her will collapse.' thought Alexandria, since Trinity is in a tough situation here.


So Alexandria just decided to wait for the others to come, since she knew that they were going to eventually help this girl out here with their unique magic. 'Maybe I should ask them if they have this weird mark on their right shoulder, because if their unique magic is connected by this mark. Then I might be able to get cool magic like them here.' thought Alexandria, who was drinking some water from her canteen; since she was a bit thirsty from walking all the way to this city from her hometown.


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[Solid_Glass]

Arthur Rye Prax



Arthur silently swore never to make any noises that didn't mean anything. Keila Vanya. She's an elf, not going to try to guess which kind, because I'm not entirely sure how many kinds there are. Arthur told himself, looking at her pointed ears. "I didn't mean to scare you, my tone just came out wrong. My name is Arthur R-" Arthur cut himself off. He didn't like his middle name, especially since it sounded like a type of bread. Too many people he knew made fun of him for it and it was annoying. "Prax, Arthur Prax." He corrected himself. He was relieved that the monk was okay, his shoulders relaxing.

He looked off to where the dead dragon was, but quickly focused in on a blur of vision that ran past him, the elf, and the guy who actually killed the dragon. He followed him. It was in good nature, he just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt the monk. As he rounded the corner into the building, he opened his mouth to yell at him, but stopped as he realized he was only there to help. He watched him lie the monk on the ground, before snapping his arm into place, which didn't even make Arthur flinch or cringe this time. After what had happened in the past hour, he was kind of ready for anything. He saw the snapping-arm-back-in-place guy, the man in the dark armor, and Keila all look around, as if trying to find something. Arthur didn't hear anything, so he just stared at the three. Then he heard one word. "HELP!" 

Arthur jumped, and participated in the looking around. He could vaguely tell where it came from, and took off towards an alley that was a few blocks down, two collapsed houses parallel to the alley. As he got closer, he saw the issue. There was a short horse, and a girl who seemed to have a fading aura. A rock had her trapped in the alley. It was too large for him to lift alone, but he could at least try. He flexed his fingers and stretched his arms and shoulders for a few seconds before placing his hands under the rock. He struggled, trying to lift it, but could only get it not even an inch off the ground. He put his hands on the rock, thinking. He felt himself leaning forward, and he thought he was pushing the stone until he actually looked at the rock. He found that his hands were pushing through - no, melting, through the rock. After he had killed a dragon, he wasn't as surprised as he was even more confused. His hands reached the other side of the rock. He tried pulling apart the rock, which only made the hole he made with his hands bigger. He had an idea.

He started moving his hands through the rock, as if the rock was really thick Jell-O. He could feel the heat wearing off, and so he withdrew his hands. His creation was a small circle that some people could squeeze through with enough effort. "Try to climb through." He told the girl.

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