[h1] [center] [color=ed1c24][i][b]The Great Prince of Dragons! [/b][/i][/color][/center] [/h1]

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	In an alleyway near the edge of the city limits, William wondered in his lonesome straying further and further away from the city and its suburbs. Passing through the streets he didn't even bat an eye at several stray shadows looming to find prey. William had no interest in stomping such weak 'threats' tonight, he rarely did. He was wearing a black trench coat over a grey shirt and black jeans. sporting as well a pair of black gloves on his hands. There didn't seem to be anyone active in the streets he walked in anyway. "This city is such a pain, thousands of ants but no lions to fight." He said to himself, but was quickly surprised at the sight of a sliver of black smoke in the distance. Raising an eyebrow, he investigated further into the outskirts of town, Leaping into the air as webbed, bat-like wings grew from his back, soaring into the air until he came across a strange building with a broken window where the smoke seemed to have come from. Outside of this building he could hear fighting and the fleeing of civilians. Something causing this much trouble was no ordinary shadow. Landing onto the roof of the factory he saw two strangers and a collection of shadows that were being slain. It didn't take a genius to know that the female was a witch, and it wasn't hard to tell that the other stranger was a moon prince. 

	William scoffed at the sight, almost chuckling to himself. He had no interest in a tag team fight, let alone work with those overachieving moon princes anyhow. Instead, he decided to watch. It wasn't so much the outcome that interested him, so much as it was amusing to watch someone as weak and pitiful as a moon prince to battle a witch. He didn't bother to hide his presence as he sat on the edge with his legs hanging down with one knee up for his right arm to rest upon. Watching the fight from above, his glowing crimson eyes illuminating partially in the night sky and watched from there, having no interest in interfering. Hell he'd probably let the witch go if she could kill him, only so that William could fight her without the disadvantage of her being exhausted from a fight prior on a later date.