Murdell grunted, unimpressed. [color=007236]"Quite the display you put on. It was almost bothered."[/color] He looked at her, sooty but undamaged. Probably some form of magic. He sighed, magic did not make for a good Hunter, but being fireproof didn't seem like a bad thing when facing the drake. [color=007236]"Just stay here, I'll deal with the damn thing."[/color] Murdell marched up the hill toward the drake, which eyed him with the same disdain it held for Mara. [color=007236]"I'll cure that mean look..."[/color] He muttered as he swung his cloak open to aim the as of yet hidden crossbow. [i]Twang![/i] The bolt loosed, straight for the drake's face, and it anticlimactically skewed off its hard scales. Murdell scowled, and drew his sword. The drake roar, and took to the air, belching a torrent of flame down toward him. Ducking and diving for cover, Murdell was nearly caught in the blast, his clothes instantly drying in the extreme heat, and his cloak catching fire. 

Murdell swore, and made for the road, back toward his camp. The drake did not pursue, clearly content to stay in its territory, though it roared at Murdell as he fled. He stopped at the circle of stones where once burned his campfire, clearly singed and angry. [color=007236]"I will murder that thing slowly."[/color]