[center][h1][color=violet][u]Zenoram[/u][/color] and [color=purple][u]Zero[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] > > > On Tenrou Island < < < [sub][b]Phoenix Wing[/b] Tags: [@MarshiestMallow][@Crimson Raven][@Zarkun][@Silver Fox] and basically everyone else within earshot on Tenrou[/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] Zero watched as everything began, initially attempting to fight every urge to charge the monstrous beast and follow orders. That is, he would have, if everything hadn't gone almost immediately to shit. Soon, there was a battle raging around him as he stood frozen. Wait... What? Why was he... [i][color=purple]"Zenoram, what the hell are you doing?!"[/color] [color=violet]"I just... I don't... I... I...[/color] [color=purple]"You idiot!"[/color] Zero snapped as suddenly he and Zenoram were face to face in the deep recesses of their mind. The dragon slayer glared at the young, quivering man before him, unable to bring himself to move in opposition of the deadly beast facing his group. He couldn't possibly. Not when the memories of their fallen father, of the being who'd raised them, flooded his young mind. And especially not when their hand, their magic, had played a pivotal role in the Dragon's demise. [color=violet]"But I can’t… I don’t…”[/color] Zenoram was clearly distraught, and this was in tandem effect Zero’s control over the body. [color=purple]”Zenoram, you don’t have to fight, but you’ve gotta let me move. We have to help defend our friends and I can’t do that if you’re putting up all these damn, mental blocks!”[/color] He growled angrily at the timid mage. He could hear the shouts and orders being barked along with the sounds of battle as he stared down at Zenoram. He shook his head, clearly annoyed and disappointed. [color=violet]”I just… I can’t Zero. What if this Dragon is also being controlled by something? What if the dragon doesn’t know what it’s doing? I don’t wanna be apart of bringing it down.”[/color] He shot back, tears welling up in his eyes, mirrored on their body if anybody were to look more closely. Zero sucked his teeth at this. He didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t want to hurt Zenoram. He never wanted to hurt Zenoram. But right now, they didn’t have many options available to them. [color=violet]”Zero?”[/color] It took a second, but soon, as the battle continued to rage Zero came to his senses. [color=purple]”We don’t really have a choice here Zenoram.”[/color] Zero’s voice was softer now as he placed a hand on Zenoram’s shoulder. [color=purple]”You may not need to be a slayer to stop a dragon, but my magic… [i]our[/i] magic... will sure as hell make a difference.”[/color] [color=violet]”But-”[/color] [color=purple]”No buts.”[/color] Zero cut Zenoram off. [color=purple]”I’m not makin you fight, but if things go south we’re gonna need your Time Zone magic. So, for now, close your eyes. Isolate yourself and let me do all the dirty work. We can hash out feelings later. I promise.”[/color][/i] Zero didn’t have to say anything else. Just like that he felt a weight lift. He could move again, just in time to catch himself up on what the fuck was going on. Gods, things had gone to shit fast. [color=purple]Fuck! Why couldn’t everyone have just listened to Sasha?!”[/color] He slapped his palm up against his face and dragged it down. They probably should have all tried to retreat, no questions asked. It wasn’t his style, but he’d agreed to listen to the person in charge. Guess, it was just gonna have to be an all out assault. Even though it was possible that Zenoram might have been able to temporarily stop the dragon with his time magic, having practiced on Hemlock for years, he was in not condition to battle. Given how that he was still out of it, it wasn’t like Zero was completely ready for this himself. What the hell was he even supposed to do? He shook his head. He couldn’t feel Zenoram tugging at the back of his mind. It was weird. It was like for the first time ever, he was in complete control. [color=purple]”Alright, one of us is gonna need therapy after this.”[/color] He said as he began to gather his magical power. He hopped back to avoid some of the brunt of some of the powerful attacks being launched. Powerful spells were being cast in this little assault on the dragon. He glanced around trying to ascertain who exactly was doing what. [color=purple]”Fuck it, no time for strategy.”[/color] He said as he relaxed his stance and closed his eyes. His magic began to swell and poison began to take the shape around him. The shapes were… rudimentary, hardly solid in anyway, and yet spears, arrows, javelins, etc. could likely be made out. [color=purple]”Poison Dragon’s Arsenal: Projectile Edition.”[/color] He spoke to nobody in particular as he readied his attack. Most of the Tenrou Team was keeping on their toes and still attacking. Karn had even become a dragon. That made aiming a bit harder, Zero had to avoid him, but it would hopefully help keep the dragon in place. [color=purple]”Unless you’re immune to poison, I’d make sure to stay out of the way of this!”[/color] He shouted with a snarl as he began to fire the mass of poison “weapons” at the dragon his allies were currently attacking. It wasn’t like he couldn’t help anybody afflicted with his poison, but it’d still hurt like hell and it’d be a real drag to have to save anyone if it got in their system. Especially while trying to fight a dragon.