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Mayt's plan didn't work. Of course it didn't work, and Lazarus payed for it. He watched the light-slayer get slammed in the back and stepped on before he could get close enough to deflect the attack with the spell he had prepared. Cursing, Mayt drew his shortsword from his side and readied himself to try something stupid. [color=50c878][i]"Shape Origin: Reinforce Inanimate,"[/i][/color] the weapon he now held in his hand now turned black with his magic, becoming effectively another way to extend his magic. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get enough amplified motion on it it could cut the dragon...

Then all the sudden the fighting stopped, the dragon pulled its foot off Lazarus. Mayt looked around, trying to find the source of the disturbance, and realized everyone was looking at a strange-looking dark haired wizard. Having failed every history class he ever took, and having not been too entwined with the fear of magic until his adulthood, he didn't recognize the man until several other people had said his name. [i]Zeref. That sounds familiar. Was he the guy that made all those demons and made everyone terrified of magic? Was that it? The power level matches up, if nothing else, being able to control dragons like that, but shouldn't someone like that be dead? Maybe he's just that guys descendant. Yeah, that makes more sense[/i] Mayt lowered his sword and waved to the man. [color=50c878]"Hey, thanks for stopping the dragons, they were giving some of us a run for our money,"[/color] Mayt finished saying this just as he noticed Ariel dive bombing 'Zeref' like a meteor. Without realizing it, he started taking quick steps forward towards the two. He would never get there before Ariel did, but perhaps he could catch her if she was knocked away, or stop her blast from hitting other people, or just do something to improve the situation.

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Mithera clutched Karn's chimera form tightly when the red dragon first appeared, fear and excitement overcoming her and causing her to practically freeze on his back. When Karn turned into a dragon, Mithera began to feel a scream of fear rise in her throat, but it was knocked out of her before it could start as Karn slammed into the fire dragon. By the time Trinity had taken her magical jump off of dragon-Karn, Mithera was gripping him so tightly that his scales she was cutting her arms and legs, holding herself in place while the two gargantuan beasts fought. It wasn't until her friend was thrown off the dragon that the shape shifter was dislodged, leaving bloodstains on Karn's back. Mithera's battered form hit the ground and knocked the air out of her and sending her rolling across the rocky soil.

The white haired sorceress just laid in among the rocks where she had stopped, shaking from the effort of holding onto Karn so tightly. Her long-time practice with her magic kicked in and began forcing her lacerations closed so that she would stop bleeding, allowing her to use a large boulder to help herself stand up. With due effort, Mithera was able to stand up in time to see everyone fighting what was now five- [i]five[/i]- dragons. She let out a gasp of fear and desperation, knowing there was nothing right now she could do to help. Her magic was too slow to act, and even if it was instant like Karn's, none of her forms could even do enough to be a nuisance in damage. Following her instinct to flee, and her feeling of uselessness, the transformation mage turned and began quickly making her way away from the fight. A little unsteady from the stress and bruising of her fall, she occasionally had to balance herself on various rocks and debris, before sitting down behind a boulder. She was out of view of the dragons, and hopefully far enough away that any collateral damage wouldn't reach her.

Then the sounds of fighting stopped. Still shaking, and now crying as she came down off the hormonal high, Mithera stood up and looked around the rock to see what was happening. The dragons had stopped attacking, and there seemed to be a man. From where she was she couldn't make out who it was, other than the black hair. She could, however, see that some of her friends had been battered somewhat. Lazarus was on the ground, others were visibly panting. Mithera took a sobbing breath and sat down behind the rock again, gripping herself and wishing she had more offensive magic, and vowing to learn how to use a weapon of some kind.