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Fantasy Night Caller ((group rp version))

Surahgol dashes towards the man with the piece of sharp wood out in front of him, while simultaneously boosting his speed using magic (Surahgol's magic is limited, just in case it seems like he can do anything for his own convenience using magic like some wizard from a fairy tale. It mainly focuses on altering an object or creature, so he's able to make himself or another object stronger, or even changing what it's mainly composed of. Also, sorry for the late reply.) He came to a sudden stop as he was nearly face to face with the man when he felt the presence of something large and leapt back, considering changing back into his Ziz form just in case. He wondered what this new one might be, since it certainly wasn't a villager. @XxLuluxX @chewy91
 
He snarled once more, almost animalistic as he started to advance with bright golden eyes, his sword swinging with a certain malice. "Come on then birdie" he taunted, his expression mixed with anger and a certain sarcastic look.
 
Surahgol shifted back into his original form, and spread his humongous wings, flapping them repeatedly and creating strong gusts of wind as he was lifted into the air. He flew upwards into the sky before swooping down on the man and breathing fire on him as a distraction as he got closer and lower to the ground so he could strike with his talons. He wanted to end this quick so he could focus on the villagers and the newcomer. "Die, you flightless fool." He said as a mockery of the man's lack of wings and probable disability to fly.
 
-A growl erupts from the and snarls at the shapeshifter. Goes over quickly as spreads wings out wide protecting the man with them. Hisses at him as sees him shift to the Ziz. Shifting on legs as stares at the oversized bird. Eyes deathly.-
 
Surahgol stops and lands on the roof of a house, digging his talons into it and creating deep marks. "It looks like fire won't do much against you." He growls at the dragon, scratching the wooden roof as he realises that he'll have to use physical strength alone against this opponent, and decides to make a truce since he considered this fight against the dragon to be a waste of time as he had only come to the village for fresh meat. "I'm not sure whether you'll agree or not, but let's call it a truce for now. We'll only gain unnecessary wounds from fighting each other and you gain nothing from protecting the villagers either. So, what do you say?" He asks the dragon.


((@chewy91 Came here to say R.I.P. to this RP but nvm.))
 
-Stares up at him with blazing eyes. A deep hiss erupts from throat.- if you leave this land then possibly -Snarls as tail lashes picking up clouds of dirt.-
 
Surahgol growls and gets off the roof, walking towards the dragon, glaring at her. "I suppose I have no choice, then." He says before leaping at the dragon, using his magic to strengthen himself and increase his speed as he did so, aiming for the dragon's eyes so that he could at least temporarily give himself a chance to attack freely.


((@GoldenWolf just join us at the village. Since our characters must be making a lot of noise, not to mention a wall of fire surrounding the entire village, I'm sure you can make your character notice that and get over here.))
 
-Hisses and wraps talons tightly around his shoulders. As slams him to ground. Sinks teeth into his neck as pins him down hard.-
 
((Mmk


Katlyn ran along the paths and roads of the small village, bumping past someone and falling. She coughed as her eyes and throat were stung by the smoke in the air. Hot tears started to spill from her eyes. She got up, rubbing her scraped elbow and running into a still intact house. She looked around, it was empty and dark. She shut the door and sat, crying softly.
 
Surahgol roared in pain as the dragon slammed him against the ground and created several small tornados to push the dragon away from him and did not hear the cries coming from a village house, deafened by the noise from the tornadoes.
 

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