A shadow jumped into the fray in between the berserked bandits-- It's nimble and slender figure only meant that it was Fyra who dove head first into danger. "Hey--!" He shouted, but it didn't get through to her now-transformed dragon glittering like jewels far greater than gold. If it weren't because they were friends, he'd be sure to have sold her for a profit much higher. Unfortunately, they were too like-minded. 

The four-legged dragon cocked its head backwards and spouted holy fireballs from its maw, setting aflame anything that was flammable in its small-exploding wake. The bandits didn't see her coming, and they paid their prices in full for it. Adam could only snicker a little at his enemies now in utter chaos. Thankfully the fires didn't reach the branches of trees about, otherwise they would've had another problem at hand.

The bandits dispersed in fear, yet something felt as if it won't be the last time he will encounter them... Maybe it's just plain old karma-- But he did it to only protect his own goods!

Fyra slowly approaches the young man like friends, that lime coloured manakete of a girl was trotting its legs and swaying its hips to make way towards Adam. Her hood slightly obscured her complexion, but judging from the looks of Adam... [color=fff200]"The least you could do is say 'please' when you get me to save your ass, you know."[/color] He sheathed his broadsword to his back, with a grin painted on his face towards her.

[color=ed1c24]"You're cute when you're grumpy. You should do that a little more when we're selling so we attract more customers. Actually, I think I'll like you better smiling."[/color] He turned to Fyra's back and pushed her forward by her shoulders towards the run-away cart. [color=ed1c24]"I think you deserve an ice cream, whether you like it or not. Thanks for the assist."[/color]