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[color=red][h1][center]Christopher Francis[/center][/h1][/color]
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The sound of a screaming arbiter morphed into an inhuman roar as the dragon's skeleton formed and sculpted through the debris on top of its puddle. After flesh and blood formed and molded into shape over a now completed skeleton of a dragon, Chris immediately flew out of the room and left a large hole through the wall in his emergence. 

While he had been debating himself for a target, Brent's voice transmitted through the cuff fused in his ankle; "Chris, can you hear me? Fly towards the light. There's a person up there who's most likely the subnatural causing the ice golem stuff. Stay at a range and roast her with your fire."

Chris then made a beeline straight for the mentioned light in the sky, moved as fast as his body could permit him in the air, and had flames preparing to shoot out in his maw. The crackling of flames lingered around his jaw as he held in the exhale.