[center][h1][color=black][u]Rex[/u][/color][/h1][/center]

Rex nodded at Serra in thanks before rushing a short distance from the group, loading a magazine of Paint Shot as he want. Once an acceptable distance from the group and the Jak-Jak he dropped to a knee and peered through his Bowgun's scope. He felt better, thanks to the defense boost provided by (who he had come to mentally call) Ms. Arzuros. He exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. Luckily the round hit his target, and he quickly swapped out the magazine for some normal ammunition.

[I]Maybe I should have asked about this thing before we set off...[/I] he thought. Rex inhaled, and exhaled again before firing. From sheer appearance it had the basic appearance of an Elder Dragon but it didn't give off the same feel as the one he'd encountered as a child...
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[I]Rex couldn't stop shaking, despite the flames around him. On his knees, the boy's legs wouldn't respond to his brain's orders to run. The glowing, red eyes piercing his own somehow sapped his will to flee. His father-- a lifelong Hunter before he passed away-- had always driven into him that the creatures he hunted were animals, driven by the same instincts as your average cat, dog, or bird.

However, wreathed in flame, the monster before him looked downright demonic. But he felt[/I] why [I]it was enraged. And, further driving the point home was something behind the ire burning in this beast's eyes.

Intelligence.

This beast had come here with a distinct purpose. 

It hadn't been hungry.

Its territory hadn't been invaded by hunters in the village.

It had attacked the village all because a certain little boy had stumbled on its nest, and taken an egg to sell to someone.

And everyone around him had died because he'd wanted to make some quick cash.[/I]