Rana turned on his side and puked. The colors spiraling around him rotted and turned brown. He realized he was staring at the wall of a hut. He tried to move but he was too exhausted; he felt so much pressure everywhere he thought he would burst. Rana struggled to sit up, and when he leaned against the wall the world spun and it was like he was upside down. Rana held in more vomit and looked up. The dragon was close. Rana reached out with his mind, touching one dragon. Touching another dragon. He didn't know who was left, but last he had known Tania had him with her. If she had been killed he wouldn't be able to stay. The same went for Tekun, and Eton.


Gabriel was lost in a strange chaos. Everything was screaming and laughing and it was all too loud in his head to register anything; he saw the dragon and heard himself and it yelling but couldn't tell which sound was which. He hurled a rock towards it. It's eating the mean lady! He thought, gripping his heal staff. The lady who had hurt him with the lance she was holding. Or was it something else? Someone else? He hurled another rock before the giant bird flew over the monster and distracted him.

"Evil Aura?" Leon chuckled in a question. "Your full of s***. Gahahahaha, you just want to kill the poor fool. Go ahead, but I want the loot." Leon said as he approached slowly. "Maybe I should, I've been feeling a bit tense, nothing like letting fustration out through your own meat bag." He stopped and looked back at the archer.

"Your thoughts green one?"

The wound left by Tania's lance did not amount to much, but as her Pegasus flew by, it opened the wound deeply, cutting across it in a fury. Blood flowed freely from the neck wound, a deep and grave injury. Tania' then dug her lance into the dragon's gum's, puncturing them, a painful attack on them. The Dragon gave a roar and opened it's mouth wide. Tania fell out, the pegasus attempting to make it's way to her. In an instant in rage, it snapped it's head forward and rammed the pegasus away, sending it to the ground as it lost it's balance in air, clamping down on Tania's upperbody. As it clamped down, there was a burst of blood, a piece of her silver armor plate came off, falling to the ground, the end of her braided chestnut hair came off, falling as well. As she lay unable to feel much, her mind thought of Tekun, unable to keep her promise to him. She cried. Knowing all she was leaving behind. Why die like this? Then there was a loud snapping sound, bone cracking, her lower half dangle lifelessly out of the beast mouth. It then opened its mouth and tilted it's head back, bringing more of it's new meal, into the rest of it's mouth and began to chew.

Tekun saw the sight, he was unable to do anything, in complete shock, he dropped his weapon. His jaw dropped. He was at a true loss for words.

(( Forgot to tell you on AIM, go ahead and take out Barbas, but take out Charisma too. ))

Rana felt his robe absorbing blood. He was losing too much... There were gashes all down his back and along the back of his arms. Old scars opened up from his childhood. He prayed he would not be forced to tear away his boundaries again. But as Rana prepared to try and stand he felt something prickle in the back of his mind. Someone had died. He always felt the same when he was close to death; a soul would pass on and brush against him, the gate to the void. He clenched his jaw and wrapped his mind around everything in the city. He felt faint, weak, and the action only worsened his exhaustiveness, but he needed to know what was happening. Rana touched every mind, counting... The dragons, Tekun, the twisted mind of the insane man, Eton, the shaman, the pegasus. No Tania. Rana's face twisted. She had been kind. She had been accepting, unlike most of the group. Rana shook his head and pushed himself up. He felt nothing. He saw nothing. Blackness twisted the air around him and his wounds oozed blood, leaving a crimson trail behind as he walked towards the dragon. Rana's hand twitched violently and uncontrollably. He stumbled and his knees opened on a rock. Rana stood back up and kept walking. He would finish the monster that had killed the girl he had considered... a friend. He tripped again, this time falling hard on his face and rolling over. He could barely move from the loss of blood. Rana shut his eyes and stopped shaking. He would not die. He knew he would not die; the curse that plagued him saved him from deaths by most natural means. If the dragon came he would stand no chance, but the dragon would wait. And he would wait.

(( Nevermind... The divine goddess of life and something something is more or less forcing me to stay :/ ))

Ooc: Um...Forbz, she wasn't cut in half. And devine gods, that arn't me for once! O.O

OOC: Ah, I read your post wrong. Sorry. Fixing it.

J looked up from his novel, and saw Charisma and Julius talking. He pulled the tome from behind him, and gripped the binding. He stared at it for a bit, and then threw it towards Julius, having it land on the ground a couple feet away from him. He turned back to his novel and continued to read on through it. "Consider it a favor from me...kid..." he muttered in a low voice.

Serene saw how violently the dragon ripped up the other Pegasus knight. She felt the ever growing sense to get away before she got killed next. For a second she thought she really would run. She knew she was no match for a monster of that strength, and without a weapon, it was even worse. Serene also began to doubt Black King's faithfulness. What if he didn't follow orders and flew away from the village. What would she do then?
"I can't escape this..." she began muttering to herself. "If I did run, the dragon would kill me in a heartbeat. I'd just be better off killing myself..."

A fierce battle could be heard in the distance, causing Violet to stir from her sleep. She shifted to turn, and almost fell out of the tree, holding onto the trunk, panting at how near she was to death a few moments earlier. The sun had not yet risen, she was wondering who was making such a commotion in so dark and peaceful a night. She looked over to where she saw Barbas earlier, a strange man was dancing around the flames of the bonfire wildly. A tall shadow and a thinner shadow watched, she gasped "They must be thugs of some sort" She took up her lute from off the sling on her back and made sure she was hidden in the leaves of the large tree. She plucked one string, allowing it to resonate loudly, then began a ghostly song. Each of her notes echoed eerily as if coming from nowhere, she imagined she was a ghost, mourning her premature death. Her music reflected her singing.

The world passed in a blur. Tekun had ignored his pleas, and had recklessly attacked the beast. Although he had caused some damage, Nechis couldn't help but feel that it was a bad move. Blood trickled down his palms as he squeezed the liquid out of the cloth in frustration. The scarlet drops fell down to the gritty ground, sounding with a dull plop. It was quite apparent that his plan was not going to have an effect, so he draped the ruined shirt over his shoulder and firmed his grip on his weapon. His mind raced as he thought of a way to damage the creature, as it did not appear that just attacking the scales would work in his favor. Suddenly, a smile rose on his face as again, darkness filled the air in the form of a orb, slowly approaching the beast before he had even begun to move. The orb erupted into more strings of shadow, getting near. It collided hard, and although it seemed to cause a large amount of despair for the enemy, the dragon clenched it's fangs, leaving the armored man a wreck on the floor. Nechis felt the need to help the poor man, but there were other matters that required his attention. An unexpected event quickly shrouded the eyes that were previously so determined to a deep sorrow.

The Pegasus Knight who had been traveling with the group had befallen a fate that Nechis would not wish on anyone. He shook with anger and fear, as he shifted his gaze to the dark, unfeeling eyes of the beast. He was filled to the brim with the need to defeat the larger beast, but the young man felt that he should take the life of the younger dragon first. Steadying his arm, he approached the fiend at a calm rate, aiming for the wound on its neck. He picked up the pace, but was quite short of sprinting. He was in no shape to be running. The young man let out a sorrowful laugh as he exerted the last of his energy resources in a swing at the internal of the gash, hoping to drive the metal as deep as possible. There was not much he could do after this.

"Forget him. Why would you ask a complete stranger something like that? Really, now." Lex nudged Leon in the side and urged him to reconsider. "So, shall I go over there and give him the ol' slice and dice? I'm itching for a fight, as you can see. Although, assassinations aren't much of a fight..." He leaned back a tad, resting his weight on the end of the sheath.

Barbas' left eye opened upon hearning the music, lying there for several seconds motionless before mumbling to himself. "Dammit, can't I ever sleep?" His bow was near his foot, he had tossed and turned during his short nap. Kicking the bow up from the ground, he sprung into a sitting position and caught the bow in his right hand while reaching for an arrow. To his surprise, there was a small group of people within sight, noting one was an archer, he fired at the man's skull immediantly. He did not know if they are hostile or not, but he could care less. His sleep was interrupted, and he wasn't happy about it.


Gritting his teeth as he grabbed another arrow before the first had even hit, he narrowed his eyes at the three. "I might be in trouble." He pushed his left hand against the ground to help him get up. A burning sensation in his leg as he stood, it was still sore; blood had dripped through the cloth and down his leg, the bleeding appeared to stop. Feeling certain that the arrow would hit, he planned his next move to get rid of the other two men.

In the aftermath of her last spell, Tara had grown a little woozy but remained stable, she had not been corrupted by some miracle. The gravity of the situation was starting to hit her as she observed her satisfactory, but otherwise negligible effect on the horrid beast. Then, much to her horror, she heard the sounds of death.. her eyes dashing over towards the larger of the ancient reptilian. Tara had witnessed much carnage in her time.. but nothing quite like the horrendous sight of a gnashing dragon on a corpse in its mouth.. immediately Tara was thrown into fit of desperation. . . These things would kill everyone if not destroyed here and now. Her expression of feral intent, gnashing bared teeth, a vicious look in her eyes. her hair messily strewn around and over her left eye. She spread her legs out and braced herself again, hands extending to either side.. the fingers on each curling up as the familiar mist-like substance once again emerged from the atmosphere and converged to her palms.. both then suddenly bursting into a solid form.. that of an orb, just like before.. just two this time; one settled in each hand.

Anguish filled her heart and soul, tapping into these nether powers once again.. all the more potent with her rage and malice..the light emanating off these spheres glared across her form as she reared her arms backward. A slight electrical current jerked side to side, raising up from the ground and striking into her orbs, gone in a flash. Empowered yes, but her mind was no longer sound and she again delving into a dangerous void..

First was her right arm, tossing the energy towards the large reptile, the familiar ripples in of distorted blur's carried along with it. This orb then stopped immediately behind its back at her command, and spread open in a medium diameter as her fingers extended. A volley of worm swarm swirling out of the nether void towards it, whilst she readied the second orb, the power within it growing unstable.. just like tara herself..

OOC: Sorry guys. I haven't posted in a while, I'll proably get around to it tomorrow. Just don't kill me or anything.