[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Lunar Wolf
Akura Mission: Part 1[/h3][/center]

Oram thought to himself for a moment as he made his way down the somewhat busy street. It wasn't as crowded as one might have thought it would be. Probably because of those Dragon Slayer posers. "Fucking bastard." He spoke to himself for a moment. He didn't have a bag or anything. To be honest, he wasn't even been expecting to be out here too long. He replayed that event that occurred a little over an hour ago in his mind. After he'd tried to attack his master back at the hotspring he'd expected to receive a serious beating or something along those lines. Maybe Alec wanted to save face. Nobody really knew all that much about the type of man he really was. He probably just didn't want to show how cruel he actually was. Maybe, Oram would get some more serious punishment when he returned. Oh well. He sighed as he walked through Hargeon Town. 

He'd been here for a while. He was inconspicuous. His hood was up, his face mostly covered, and his hands were in his pockets. He was checking out the area. Getting a feel for the terrain. Making sure of any escape routes, and most of all looking for an in. These guys weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. He'd run into one or two of them sooner or later. "Speak of the devil." He whispered to himself as he saw a small group. They were picking up some boxes and bringing them to a warehouse. Fucking Hargeon Town and it's warehouses. Had to be a port town. But then, they couldn't get away with this for so long in a guild town. 

"Hey, Be careful with that box idiot. It's worth more than your life!" One of the guys shouted. He had an irritating voice. Once they were inside Oram made his way up to the door and pressed his ear against it. "HAH! This is a damn good shipment!" The same loud voice. He was gonna enjoy shutting the man up. "Come on bring 'em this way!" These were the guys who'd been giving themselves Pseudo dragon slayer magic with whatever dragon lacrima they were using to smoke and all that shit. It sounded like there were quite a few of them two. Any intelligent person would think they might need back up or something right? However, Oram wasn't most people. He glanced at the bottom of the door. Smoke. Yup. They were doing it already. 

"HEY! Somebody's here!" Another voice yelled. Probably some heightened senses due to the dragon slayer abilities. Though how they could smell in all that smoke was beyond Oram. 

There were footsteps. A bunch approached the door. Different voices calling "check it out!" and "Hurry your asses up!" among other phrases could be heard. Oram merely began to laugh in response. "You fucking idiots." He said as he pressed his hands against the door. Without a word he slammed them open sending a number of the men flying to either side of the building. "ALRIGHT YOU AKURA FUCKS!" He barked with a laugh as he walk into the warehouse removing his hood. "I heard you've been havin some fucking fun with your new Dragon Slayer power!" He grinned a sickly, almost sadistic, grin as he looked around. "LET'S TEST THEM OUT SHALL WE!!!"