The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

Sanz turned and raised an eyebrow at the sudden thud that came from the kitchen. It was then he noticed the gaggle of women who could not tear their eyes from the scene in front of them. One of them was even looking at him . . . why? He wasn't doing anything
 
Neera was literally standing frozen. The choices were difficult right now: food or extremely well-muscled guy in front of her. She was hungry of course but....how often do you see a body like that? She shook her head; she was going to enjoy the moment while it lasted. Screw food.
 
Sanz raised another eyebrow as the young woman (who had the tendency of acting like an airhead) stopped struggling and just looked at him. He let out a sigh and stood up, the blade clanking slightly as he shrugged the shoulder it was resting on. He walked over to the young woman, ignoring the unconscious fairy as he stopped in front of Neera


"Something the matter?"
 
Kenzo probably would have dodged the haymaker if he had not been distracted for a moment by a certain cheering dark elf. In the instant that he glanced her way, the punch landed, hard. He recoiled backwards, doing a full 360 before catching himself with one hand, shaking his head to clear the pain. He wiped his thumb over his now bleeding lip, and leapt into the air at Matthais, spinning a full clockwise rotation, and using the force of it to launch his right heel straight at Matthais' face.
 
Neera felt like she was shrinking and she wanted to crawl underneath the floor. "N-nothing is the m-m-matter." Her words were stuttered and shaking. "I just....I should probably....help....Kestus. Yeah, I should help Kestus."


Ardra punched her first up into the air. "Don't let him get you down! Kick his white ass to the curb!"
 
Sanz tilted his head to the side, eyeing the young woman as she seemed to pull her form in


"Do I frighten you, girl?"


He shook his head and walked past her, picking up the fairy with one hand and easily dragging him up to full height


"Dont' understand why he fainted. He should be hardier than this."
 
Kenzo launched a kick at Matthais's forearms, freeing himself, and leaping away to gain some distance so that he could plan his next attack as he resumed his combat stance.
 
Neera blushed blood red. "N-no. Just...p-put Kestus down. He's fainted from the.....intensity of all this fighting." She had no idea what to do now. Apparently a hunk of muscle was her downfall, her weakness. She really hoped that no one took advantage of it.


Ardra was in a good mood and called over to Iris. "Yo Iris! I think Matthais needs a cheerleader!"


Iris raised an eyebrow. "....if you insist." Iris surrounded herself in silver white light, obscuring her form. When the light dissipated, Iris was standing there in a classic cheerleading uniform, complete with low-cut crop top and booty shorts. Silver-white light pom-poms were held in her hands. When looked at with questioning glances, she shrugged. "If you're going to do something, do it right." Iris began cheering for Matthais to "send the dark elf's black ass into the depths of Uoinota," which translated to sending the dark elf to hell.
 
"Uhhhh, wow... I didn't expect that at all. Kenzo? Did you expect that? I'm like completely flaber-" Matthais ran at Kenzo and went into a full body tackle around Kenzo's waist.
 
Kenzo watched Iris' display with a blank expression, and when she emerged in her new and rather...revealing outfit, he blinked as his eyes widened very slightly. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly at the ever-evolving fiasco he found himself in. He opened them at Matthais' words...and tackle. He defensively flipped over onto the ground, locked in a grapple with Matthais.
 
Punches were thrown and received by both parties until they released gasping and sporting several bruises.


Matthais gasped out a word. "Draw?"
 
Kenzo rose shakily, breathing heavily. When he'd made it to his feet, he extended a hand to Matthais. "Draw accepted."
 
Kenzo returned the smile with a slight grin of his own as he accepted the hand...and judo threw him over his shoulder and onto the couch, so that Matthais landed stretched out on it. "None at all, Sparrow," he said with a taunting glint in his eye, as he collapsed onto the second couch, stretching out on it. 'Sparrow' was a term coined by the Soromine clan to refer to, more or less, young novice fighters. "Told you I'd sweep you off your feet, with no magic either," he said, still grinning slightly.
 
"Foul! Cheap shot!" Iris called out. "Not right!" She hated it when people did not fight fair, though some deemed her psychic abilities cheating. Iris once again took in Matthais' build; she had a feeling that she would continue to enjoy this for the time to come. She was actually planning ways to get the shirt off of him when she trained him in the ways of the Dragonborn.


"Good job, Kenzo!" Ardra had ran up and tackle hugged him on top of him. "Way to show him who's boss!"
 
"You know that doesn't count right?" Matthais said smiling. "Boyo's too good for you, Natrix." The ancient word for snake, or whip suited this quick and strong dark elf. He looked over at them. "You know.. you each have a room. That's two rooms. They are right over there." Matthais points in the general direction of their rooms.


He then turns to Iris, "That was the single most inspired use of white magic I have ever witnessed. I commend you for your talent and dedication to perfection and the cause of me beating up my teammate on the common room floor."
 
"....so I need to do this when I help you train to motivate you?" Iris' eyes crinkled in a smile.


"Hmph. Why would we need a room? We're perfectly comfortable out here." Ardra replied.
 
"Well I wouldn't say need. But I'm pretty sure it should be saved for special occasions," Matthais said winking at Iris. He then turned his attention to his wounds probing with his white magic. "Hey, Natrix, I'm pretty sure you fractured my forearm with that kick."
 
Iris immediately began channeling light energy into his arm. "No big deal. I'll fix that right up. And what do you mean by special occasions?"
 
"Oh, I don't know, when I'm being especially dense or having... problems focusing..." He said only barely staring at her chest.
 
Kenzo looked up to Ardra at her comment about being comfortable. "...I was going to keep it quiet about...us, but if you're okay with everyone knowing...including Neera..." he let his sentence trail off, and he was forcing himself not to smirk.
 
Iris noticed the glance towards her chest. She put her hands on her hips and positioned her body to maximize the cleavage. "Problems focusing. Like now?"


"I think it'll be okay. And honestly I suck at keeping secrets." Ardra smiled jubilantly.
 
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