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Oblivious to the fact that the dragon took a liking to him, Ravaon froze as the fiery skyscrapper uttered his name with a deep rumbling. 
An unending stream of different "Nope!" was all Ravadon could think about. 

The mighty dragon proceeded to talk about glory. With the initial shock and fear of instant Ravadon noodles with bacon leaving his mind, Ravadon decided it would be a good idea to stop and wait for a second or two. He could take a moment to just breathe. Fishstench, dust and oranges. Opening his eyes again, a fly and a tossed table. "Wait! Did that Dragon just call me pretentious?!" He said to himself.

The Primal fury he was about to be overtaken by, was sabotaged. The hooded reaper had seemingly send a wave of dust at Ravadon, changing the way Ravadon saw life forever. The golden dust pouring into Ravadons body. As much as Ravadon enjoyed gold, the idea of having it in his body from that point on no longer interested him. "Mark him" The words rummbled through his head. Over and over he heard it, as Ravadon crippled on the floor. Intense pain, a large wet stain on his pants and the feeling he had become just a little shorter were inescapable. 

Feeling worse than ever before, the least of heroes now barely stood leaning on the Reaper amidst a nearly destroyed city with a smelly wet letter, a legendary weapon Gladius which he could swear laughed at him and a new sparkly star for a beautyspot on his left hand. 

"Ugh... You wouldn't mind looking at this too for me, would you, Reaper?" The seemingly used tissue extended to the Reaper an inviting smell of salty filth and rotten eggs.