[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/363556781537886208/754871302296305825/98ee7f83-cb8c-48b4-a3fb-9a40c5da6e79.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:   Sewer entrance outside > Fields of Mars
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Demetri took to the skies as soon as he felt Marco settle himself on him. His massive wings unfurling as they battered the dirt that was beneath him, making tiny whirlwinds beneath each wing that danced with every flap until he finally pushed off and began his flight. His pupils became small slits that focused on the battle ahead, watching as the Cyclops's fought those they had come to seek aid from. The small diamond shaped pupils became enlarged and black spheres as suddenly Marco began to sing. It was hard to hear at first, the wind bursting through his ears and making it almost impossible until he went into a glide and focused on what it was Marco was saying. He felt his magic weaving into him, the words striking a cord, in a more mystical sense that what Waverly's had done. But one thing rattled on in his mind, Why the Backstreet Boys? Newfound energy and courage coursed through him as he lunged forward and made haste towards the battle. Demetri did all he could to speed himself up, ensuring a sleek body by tucking his arms and legs close to his body as his wings furled in partially and he began a quick descent down to swipe over the enemy. Taking in a good look before circling back and choosing the best course of action on how to attack. 

He had wanted to breathe a line of fire at the creatures. Wanting to burn them all to a crisp. But there were too many soldiers near by, too many friends, too many casualties. He passed by one, two, three cyclops's as he debating knocking them over like domino's or grabbing one and dropping it down from an impossible height. Both could end with casualties, and one seemed highly inefficient even by his standards. Finally he saw an opening and decided it was now or never. His chest began to glow a brilliant blue as he breathed in through his nostrils and expanded his diaphragm. His allies seemed to handle to massive brutes without his aid, a swarm of dragons incoming and attack while another form of creatures pestered those bellow. The flames swelled up inside him until he let out a large burst of blue fire towards the first set of dragons, attempting to pull them away from his younger sister and cousin. The flames missed them all, doing nothing gain their ire nor hurt their scales. He huffed out screens of smoke and he concentrated once more and shot out a blast that managed to get one of their attentions. Good that was one less dragon to worry about on his sister. As he flapped his wings he felt the singe of the fire that hit his back, then quickly realizing that his sister wasnt all he had to worry about now. Marco was on his back and he was an easy target for these dragons. [color=6666ff]"Hey so I love what you're doing here but maybe a different song? Maybe something from the Hercules soundtrack like "Zero to Hero" or "Go the Distance" you know? Oh and let me know if you want down cuz that dragons fighting dirty. Anyways hold on tight!"[/color] Demi immediatly flapped his wings and bursted upwards getting above the dragon that blew fire on him. 

[hider=Demi Rolls]Gonna use my tail to cover and protect Marco on my back if they blow fire towards it again[/hider]