No Dragon cared enough about humanity to consider the lowly creatures owing them a debt. Not even in ancient times. After all, they -were- children. They lived in a blink of an eye while Dragons were beyond centuries old. Even if the younger generation of the race grew up without knowing their real heritage or culture, it didn't mean a handful didn't remain. After all, The Blood Dragon was a testament to such. Stories would continue being told of him until time itself would meet its end. What human could ever understand -that- kind of impact on the world? They held their wars that claimed multiple lives, but that was delivered over a large group of people taking another's life. The Blood Dragon fought the realm and from the way it looked? He could win that fight. A realm that grew without him still seemed to have trouble collecting just -one- of him. How could a Human ever compare? 
Though there were many who would say that the Blood Dragon got his title for a reason, that others of his kind wouldn't be able to handle what the mighty beast before the hunters eyes could. True or not, it looked as if Gore would not go quietly into that dark night. Hah! As if he'd let these tiny pathetic insects take the glory of downing the last true warrior of his people! The honor wasn't deserved, not by these people and -certainly- not by the wretched woman who was after him now. 

Honor though was written as something different to mankind it seemed. The Blood Dragon held that word close to his heart, even if some of his actions were more out of rage then that of a true warriors spirit. He couldn't justify some of his actions, nor would he try to. Judging himself is all he could do, not that he would -ever- allow any human to do that for him. Those..THINGS! Took his people, his brothers and sisters and turned them into something less than dirt. Even if he were a monster in their eyes, the Blood Dragon knew who the real beasts in this world were, and they weren't giant, they weren't menacing. No, they were schemers and plotters and liars and betrayers..
Then if he really thought that, why save the girl before him? That question wasn't just in the humans mind, but his as well. Perhaps he wanted to believe there was hope for her people, or maybe he wanted to make her feel as small as he possibly could, to let one person survive his onslaught against her race..Maybe, just maybe? He was lonely. Centuries alone would be enough to drive anyone to do something without rhyme or reason. Even if it -was- a Human. 
Despite any reason known at the moment, he still continued to try and protect her from her own people. After all, who knows? Rosalie may just see who the real monsters are. Even if he did take some pleasure in knowing he was one of the creatures that haunted the dreams of man. 

The sky held no cover, but it -was- a flyers domain, making Gore take refuge in it for a brief time. When his teal eyes fell upon the girls, he saw something he didn't think he would. For a brief moment, he could have sworn he saw..no..he couldn't have! That is purely insane!..but was it? Could she have been grateful for his attempts to keep her safe? Just for a second, he smiled. Wrong or not, it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in so long, a feeling that -this- one human seemed to show for him more times than not, earlier in the rain and maybe even now. 
When she spoke, The Blood Dragon let out a 'Hrumph' sound, genuinely curious as to what she would say next. That is until he was hit and they both began to fall. Ballistae in the days of old would have trouble aiming so quickly, so it would seem that Gore would need to react quicker in this modern time. Being away from people for so long truly was a disadvantage and if these insects were smart, they -would- end his life if given the chance. Even if he didn't think they deserved such an honor, if given the chance to learn from his mistakes like these battles, he would use what he would learn and leave a scar much bigger than he ever had before in the history of mankind. Some would call him ruthless and maybe he was, but none other stood up for his people..

Was that what he wanted? Gore had been thinking of what he would do and where he would go after the Hunters found his den, so it wasn't as if he had an answer right this moment.. Though his heart was leading him toward reclaiming the war he abandoned so long ago, To show Humankind and Dragonkin alike that there was something greater out there, that slavery wasn't going to stop ones spirit from raging on. So perhaps that was what he would do if he made it out of this..

After he crashed into the ground, he slowly began working the wing that was now slightly bent the wrong way, as if he was trying to re-position it so that it could be used for flight. Whether it could or not remained to be seen, not that it mattered. The Blood Dragon still moved with an aggression and determination to end Marian's life. That woman made him angry and the Blood Dragon couldn't quite explain why. he just felt this strong urge to find her and rend her into pieces and that was good enough for him! 
The Dragon stared at the girl on his back that seemed to stammer out of fear, making him tilt his head at her. Was she really this fragile? As far as he was concerned, she had NO right in saying this was too much. Had she lived a small portion of his life, she would have seen the cruelty and horror that -her- people have done! Every life Gore took, that -any- Dragon took was a small drop in a puddle compared to the massive ocean of terrible things mankind had done to them. 
In response to her saying this, the Blood Dragon snarled, moving his face closer to her as he barred his fangs at the girl. Actually showing a bit of resentment toward the girl upon his back. Though there was anger in his eyes, there was also a bit of sorrow too. Knowing that Mankind cared so little for the awful things done was common knowledge, even to a Dragon that was so out of place in modern day, but to actually see and experience it first hand? Gore found his heart growing heavy to know the plights of his brothers and sisters were just overlooked and scoffed at. His snarl or anger didn't linger toward her though, after all..there was still a raven haired woman out there that wanted to claim him for whatever sick means she had in mind..The Blood Dragon -would not- disappoint her..

Finding the woman under his claw, the Blood Dragon just roared at her, snapping his jaws to show just how easily he could rip through her armor and body like she was nothing. He so wanted to make this moment last, actually considering on taking his human form so he could cut her in a smaller way than his massive claws could at the moment. That is until she spoke in that same taunting voice she had earlier. With a snarl, fire slowly began to burn in his mouth as if he were ready to burn her. That is when he felt something he had not felt in centuries, something that made the fire in his mouth die out immediately, causing him to pull his claw away from Marian and jump up, whipping his tail around Marian, pulling her with him. Carrying both humans, he managed to make it out of the barrier, landing a few feet away with a skid across the ground, kicking up dirty as he went. Looking at the barrier now, he could see it clearly, making him hurl Marian away like she was trash. It wasn't too hard, far from enough to kill her. But he had something FAR worse to worry about. Taking a step back, he snarled, seeing the tendrils of light shoot out toward him, making him blast a wave of fire at it, knocking it back and obliterating it before it reached him, only to have another slam into his side, making Gore stumble and cough out blood. 
The attack seemed to actually take the wind from the Dragon, but not enough to make him stop fighting. He slammed his tail down over the Tendril, making it shatter, immediately after taking flight so he could get away.

If he managed to make the distance, he'd wrap his tail around Rosalie gently, setting her down before looking at her in a quick motion, there was no anger, just concern and even fear. 
Looking down at the ground, his fire blasted out in a concentrated burst, slamming his claw down next to it before taking off. If Rosalie waited a few moments, when the fire died down, it wouldn't just be scorch marks in the dirt..no, it was markings..letters that formed words and words that read out; 
[i][b]'Run! Stay safe!'[/b][/i] 

Whether Gore cared for the girl or not, it didn't matter. He didn't want anyone to be near what he was facing and he knew that something dark was behind such power. Though just as he took off from her, he felt the tendrils shoot up and through him, actually impaling him before throwing him into the ground, causing more tree's to splinter and break around him. 
As he hit the ground, blood poured from his form, giving out a whimper from just how badly he was wounded. Helping the girl distracted him long enough to give the two attackers enough time to do what they wanted. But as the barrier began to form around him again, Gore quickly stood up, letting out a blast of fire, making the unbreakable prison fill with flame and just as it was about to close, he shot out of it, furling his wings mid flight before he starting blasting the forest with fire, he didn't know where they were but that didn't matter. The tendrils shot out at him, making Gore quickly roll out of the way, using his wings like a shield, slamming the magical attack away, He continued playing an aggressive evasive game, until he saw two humans on the ground, chanting. 

As soon as his teal eyes fell on them, The Blood Dragon dropped and hard, landing only a few yards away with a such a loud thud, it sent a shockwave out in the ground that was followed by a roar that was filled with anger and defiance! Just the sight of these people made Gore's scales crawl, they seemed to be more advanced than the last casters he encountered, but they were still going to die just like them! 
He charged at them, letting out a breath of fire into the ground, causing it to spread out as if the flames themselves were alive, shooting toward the two. The Blood Dragon seemed to desperately want to claim the lives of these two, completely forgetting about Marian. 

With the wounds Gore had suffered, it wouldn't be long before he fell. He already felt his claws and legs shaking from the strength he was losing from the blood loss and pain. Just the fact that he was still fighting was a marvel, let alone how well he was doing. 
Aisen held out his hands, trying to form an enchant to assault the massive Dragon that was heading their way. A red wall was right..but they had to keep focused or else the Blood Dragon would end up killing them as well.

"Delna! Stop him!" Said the man as massive tendrils shot out, hitting Gore right in the head, only to have the massive Dragon break through them. Determination was beyond reason this point as he just kept coming. Nothing was going to stop him from killing these corrupted people! After all, it was them who took his only friends!