[center][b][i][h1][color=red]Holly Vertila[/color][/h1][/i][/b][/center]
Holly had boarded one of the leaves quickly and without hesitation, though her mind was occupied as to the thought of how well she could fare against a dragon. She had only read about them, never seen one for herself, but she had heard stories about their power. In truth, Holly was worried; not because she feared the power that it had, the damage it could do, but because she feared what it could do to her Guildmates. She had taken very strong foes before, and she knew how to deal with things that she outclassed and, more importantly for this particular situation, deal with things that outclassed [i]her[/i]. Some of her Guildmates, she feared, wouldn't know how to properly deal with the threat [i]and[/i] ensure their own safety.

It worried her more than she wanted to dwell on. Holly wasn't stupid; stories could lie, could make things up for the thrill. At the same time, a story could hide the real truth. Dragons could be as weak as a pigeon, or could very well be stronger than anything she had ever imagined. She wasn't going to take any chances, she was going to fight that dragon the best that she could to try to ensure that the threat lasted the least amount of time possible.

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It was when Holly spotted the smoke on the horizon that she began to snap out of her thoughts. Thinking about something so much was never so good, especially when the situation and any plan that she could make could change on the fly. It definitely looked like the dragon was putting a hurt on the city, all the more reason to make sure it was slain as fast as possible to minimise collateral, both in the structures of the city as well as those who resided within - she did hope that they had the sense to evacuate, at the very least to the opposite side of the city that the dragon was on. She had no idea how long it had been there however, so it could very well have flown a big circle around the city by now for all Holly knew. By the time Holly first saw the dragon in all it's majesty, Grasidia was already in combat with the creature. The thing was massive! All the more a danger, and all the better to slay for Fenixtear to grow in publicity. 

Holly watched as the massive tail whipped, making the assumption that something was making the dragon pissed off: Most likely Grasidia. She could see the glimmer of the scales even from a distance away, and knew that she would have tough luck penetrating the body of the dragon. There was a weak spot that Holly spotted immediately, one that most avian creatures shared; the wings. She had to try and clip them, to make sure the thing couldn't lift off and go crazy in the skies, or use them as weapons - they certainly looked heavy enough to seriously injure someone just by slapping them.

Or cause their transports to whip around and flip over, which was exactly what happened. Holly was sent flying, but she kept her composure - any less, and she would slam straight into the ground. Instead of repositioning herself to land safely, she did the complete opposite: She aimed to stay in the skies, at least for the next few moments. She twisted in the air, arm extended with Shadowbane pointed just above the dragon's wing, and then yelled, [color=red]"Thrust, Racing Spear!"[/color] Holly's momentum redirected entirely, and instead of heading toward the ground she was sent flying toward the dragon's wing at high speads. She had no doubt that the dragon would try to flap it's wings to strike at her, and so she reaped the benefits of Racing Spear's speed and flew straight past it - and upwards into the sky above it.

It was the beginning of the fight, and so she was willing to exhaust herself just a little: She didn't understand why villains never used their full potential at the [i]start[/i] of the fight. [color=red]"Thrust, Attack Projection!"[/color] She yelled. Still in the air above the dragon, she had a perfect vantage point from which to lay down strikes. She spun in the air, slashing with her sword as if she was right there within swordfight range. Each slash and cut from Shadowbane echoed through the air in arcs which glowed a slight white hue. But, the key to fighting a powerful foe was to keep them on their toes, to never relent, to not give them a chance to adapt to their foe. Holly changed things up again. Still under the effects of Racing Spear, she was pinged back in the direction of the dragon's wing like a rubber band. As she fell toward the wing, she slashed down with her sword, sending out another projection strike, but kept her sword forward. [color=red]"Thrust: Guardian's Throw!"[/color] She yelled, just as she slammed into the wing of the dragon, Shadowbane stabbing straight through. With the timing of her Guardian's Throw, the debris under the wing of the dragon shot straight upwards, into the underside of the dragon's wing.

Holly was putting a lot into the fight already, but in her eyes, it was worth it. While she was hoping that the Guild eliminated the dragon, sitting in the spotlight for everyone to see, Holly was concerned about the bigger picture; having people to look at that spotlight in the first place, or even having a working spotlight that wouldn't be broken by a prolonged engagement with the creature they currently fought. Holly pulled Shadowbane from the dragon's wing, and with swift usage of a Pounce, leapt forward and away from the dragon. The next thing she was going to do was risky, but she thought the risk worth it. Landing on a building's roof, she turned back to face the dragon. Her Guildmates were throwing their attacks at it, making them all targets, but she had other goals in mind for the dragon. She wanted to try and keep it's mind on her, to keep it off of her Guildmates, to make it prioritise her over them. With a twirl, she slipped Shadowbane back into it's sheath, and then lifted her hands into the air like she was doing a spooky impression of a vampire - or like a spooky impression of Lavinia.

[color=red]"Thrust, Lockdown!"[/color] Holly yelled, bringing her hands down hard, as if she was holding the dragon down. In reality, that's quite literally what she was doing - the dragon was far too large and strong to truly hold down, but she focused the Lockdown on the wing she had just been attacking, pulling it down as hard as she could and refusing to let the dragon move it - and if it did want to move, it'd have to drag the wing across the ground like dead weight until she let go, and she wasn't going to do that until it tried to go for her. [color=red]"Fenixtear, focus on the wings and the head!"[/color] She yelled.