[center][h1][color=red] Christopher Francis[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=red]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕  / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /  ~𝟙𝟟𝟜𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

Chris was satisfied to see the sphere Sander lobbed do a great deal of damage to the construct that had blasted him severely. With the serpent distracted with its own injury, the dragon-arbiter sprang off of the ground as fast as he could. Blood had been sent down in showers from his swift motion, yet despite the pain Chris powered through with a roar to boost his own confidence, trying to reinforce the belief that he was indestructible. His jaws then closed as he tried to discern a good place to strike the beast. Flames Then began to leak from his closed maw as he flew. 

The dragon rolled above the construct in the air before delivering a strike from its front claw to the serpent's back, all the while unleashing the fire within his throat in hopes the heat and force together could tear the machine in two.