[h1] [center] [color=ed1c24][b]The Wrathful Sun Prince! [/b][/color][/center] [/h1]


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The flames immediately stopped flowing from its maw once the witch wrapped around its jaws. [color=ed1c24]"W-wh-Get off of my arm!"[/color] I yelled in frustration as I tried to violently shake her up. [color=ed1c24]"Are you dense in the head?![/color]" The dragon head would be closed with narrowed golden eyes. Trying to shake her off he would fly back to the rooftop, and transforming his arm back to normal, still flailing it rapidly. His crimson eyes glowed with moonlight, and the wind would catch some of his hair as he glared at her in frustrated rage. 

His eyes fixed to the other prince that was being swarmed by the shadows. He sighed briefly as his other arm transformed into a similar dragon head, opening its scaly maw to release a jet of flames towards both the prince and the six shadows, not caring who'd he hit, though it likely would have spread to both him and the ensuing shadows.

He looked back at the witch with narrowed eyes, [color=ed1c24]"So your fireproof too huh?"[/color] He scowled in annoyance, not really expecting, nor caring for her to answer. His other arm shrank and morphed from a dragon's head to a normal arm and hand, flexing his fingers a bit once it was back to normal.