As fast as the Fire Dragon could dish out his magic-enhanced punches and kicks, Reaver was spinning and swinging the pole of the scythe to guard against the assault. A sly grin grew on the dark mage's face as he continued to defend, not fighting back or using any deadly force that he was more than capable of dealing. He was taunting the teenager.

"All exist to feed our power, Dragon Slayer. You have no idea what magic is really capable of, do you? The true nature of magic is dominance over the weak." Reaver chuckled, treating it as if he was starting a friendly conversation.

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"Why thank you for noticing, Ironman! You missed again~" Blaze teased Kinzoku as she flew back from the kick. Suddenly his damned leg grew into a massive metal bat, which grew [I]into[/I] Blaze's stomach, sending the cocky kid flying back into the gunslinging dark mage's back. Not that the woman would budge with such a light collision. Might be a nice distraction, though...

"Oof, sorry - wrong fight!" Blaze said through gritted teeth before kicking to her feet and taking to the skies. She kept her attention on the lady with the guns, but Kinzoku was the one she wanted to knock out. Focusing, she launched a steady stream of flames from her hands aimed down at the Iron Dragon.