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[center][h1][color=red]Christopher Francis[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=silver][hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟  / /  ~𝟙𝟟26 [hr][/color][/center]

With several mechanical avians on pursuit, Chris no longer worried about drawing attention. The dracomancer let out the roar that had wanted to come out ever since he got off the ground. The explosion of the helicopter only furthered his rush sensation. Though he didn't have time to see if they survived, considering Cal was super strong and Sander hopefully had his invulnerability ready, he simply put faith in that they were mostly unharmed. Still the thought of his comrades possibly dead only fueled more rage in his shout. 

While he charged, the dragon flipped himself upside down in the air as his claws scraped into the belly of one of the birds that had came towards him. In an aerial maneuver, he immediately performed a wide vertical loop with his maw taking hold of a second bird that was nearby and was then headed downward. As he swung back up, crushing the bird construct in his jaws as well, he used it as a club to thwack a third attacking bird towards a building before dropping the injured construct from his mouth. With the remaining three moving to another attack Chris fired an intense blaze of breath at the fourth bird while preparing his body to grab the incoming constructs. His tail thrusted upward like a spear which struck a large dent in the fifth bird that attempted to attack his rear, and his front legs gripped and forced down the fourth bird that had been grazed in flame while the fifth had already fallen from its injury.

The six and final bird however clinged its talons on the black dragon's back, and tried to pull on his left wing with its beak to break his flying. In retaliation, unable to reach his back, Chris flipped on his back and ceased his wings from carrying him. This caused him to begin a rapid descent downwards into the town, the fourth bird still in his grip and the sixth now trapped against his back. Upon crashing the sixth construct was smashed between his platinum-exceeding scales and the ground itself. Though the fall had given Chris a brief headache his tough hide was uninjured. To finish the fourth bird he had still in his claws, he flipped back upright and placed his maw around the neck joint. He twisted the construct's neck to the left while his teeth continued to crush the metal until the head snapped off in mechanical gore. Tossing aside the head Chris strided over to the dented fifth bird to ensure it wouldn't get back up. He stomped his right claw onto the beast until it was well crushed within the dirt.