[center][b]Pyria
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[i]Child of the Flame[/i]

[b]Location:Actium[/b][/center]


And then, chaos unfolded. Pyria kept aloft above a considerable height by batting her wings furiously, eyes fixated in Luca. Sensing some sort of icy magic gathering around the man. All while he was perfectly willing to stay in the middle. Brave, but not very wise.  And humans begin to bleed inside the place, with weapons in tow, looking mightyly pissed. In her deluded eyes, a clear sign of betrayal. They had been planning to do this from the very start.

[color=OrangeRed]"NOT EVEN THE GARRISON WILL SAVE YOU, LUCA."[/color] Pyria bellowed once more, and then several things happened in quick succesion. Someone made a draconic sound, which made Pyria turn her face in hope and antipacipation. She was not alone! But... it turned to be quite a trick. No other dragon was there. More human trickery, they all wanted to fight her. Have a piece of her hide. She couldn't trust any of them. They all were with Luca!

And then, the funny elf from before decided to jump on top of her as arrows rained. She arched under the weight, quickly losing altitude, as she shook the perp off. Even the elf wanted to make her taste the pain. There wasn't a single soul in the world who would help her. She didn't any help. And then a deafening song struck her senses, images of death and pain weakening her mind. Shaking her head, she winced slightly as she struggled to keep aloft, more arrows being thrown in her direction.

And then a manacle -her own manacle- collided against her snout, drawing blood in the process, and knocking a couple of teeth out. She reeled back, stunned, and almost fell to the ground, coming dangerously close to the garrison's blade's reach, before finally shaking him off. All while the song kept sapping her strenght. Pyria was feeling being quickly overwhelmed. She may not win this fight. She may not live through this ordeal. Her short life could end at any moment.

But...there were so many things to do. She couldn't die just yet. Not without a last blaze of glory. Fire ignited inside her mind. Washing all thoughts. Washing all traces of the ugly song. Newfound power coursed through her veins. Wrath. Desperation. Hatred. A true inferno inside the confines of her mind. Powering through the arrows, the storm, and whatever lame attacks the humans threw at her, Pyria managed to rise above once more. 

[h2][color=OrangeRed]ROAAAAAAR!!!!![/color][/h2]

A deafening powerful roar, full of vindictiveness and hatred overpowered momentarily the song, the yells of men and orders, and even the thunders of the storm. Whelp or not. Young or not. She was still a dragon. A force of nature in her own. She stood aloft for the briefest moment, before ascending. Climbing. Higher. Into the clouds of the storm even. 

Only some fool would take this for a retreat. She was preparing something much, much worse. Abandoning all hesitation, doubt and grief, Pyria braced herself. If she was to end up dead, battered and bleeding because of the attack, she would not care.  When enough altitude was gained, she then flipped overself and began her dive. Gaining speed. What she lacked in physical maturity, she would use the speed of the flight to compensate. Faster. And faster.  And then, in a deft move, she levelled her flight horizontally, just above the reach of people's blades.

Flames flickered in her mouth as she chose her central target. She exhaled deeply, and the whole scene was set on fire quickly around her, a fierce strafe run quickly carving a trail of destruction with Luca as the main target, threatening to burn him to the bone.

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[center][b]Tsabal
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[i]The Dark Whisperer[/i]

[b]Location:Campus Magnus[/b][/center]

"Human arrogance is certainly something." Tsabal shook her head as the mage quickly vanished after spewing some vague threats at her. Not like she feared the fool anyway. His lack of better judgement had cost him allies. If he was just as deft with his magic as he was with recruiting potential allies, he would have a hard time not smacking himself in the face with the staff.  Tsabal gripped the pommel of her weapon slightly.

"I think this is how far we go with the attempts to form a powerful group to venture forth into the tower. Haa, it showed quite some potential. A waste." Tsabal elaborated on, before pondering on something. Her eyes went back and forth to the mixbreed and the elf. [i]One is an abomination and the other one of the eternal enemies. Still both do have considerable restraint.[/i] 

"Hm. Or maybe not. Three of us remain. We could do it on our own. It'll be a far shot, but I have to admit, I have no guarantee that the next people to come over will be even worse. At least you two are elves. Hatred enemies aside, It'll make you less prone to rush into things like that mage just did." She put a hand on her hip.

"So, I'll join you, if you wish to make a shot at it." The cleric hummed in a slightly singsong voice, as she took care of her donkey. All while the guards frowned at her.