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Of course these types of people wouldn't think just two of them were capable of taking out everyone who was present here. Maybe they couldn't in their human forms, but that only reinforced the scowl that was spreading across Adiran's face. He knew the purpose of the Masque but it would be so much easier to deal with these assholes if they could just tear them apart with teeth and claws. 

This definitely concerned him, in more ways than one, and he had friends in Whistle Hill. He hoped they were alright. The scowl was now firmly fixed on his face at the sheer arrogance, [color=00aeef][b]"I believe it's you and your troops who have no business here. We have every right to kill you where you stand."[/b][/color]

That train of thought, and anything else he may have said, were immediately cut off by the sound of a roar and flash of fire. He followed the other man's gaze to see the red dragon breath fire on...an already burning house. Breaking the Masque and attacking a city known for its population of magical creatures amongst the rest of them-that made no sense. He looked closer as it slammed loudly onto the ground nearby them and saw the glimmer of magic surrounding it. An illusion then, and a rather impressive one at that. Well, he wasn't about to let a good distraction go to waste, or give it away.

Adiran resisted the urge to laugh at the stupidity of humans. It honestly surprised him every time how dense they were. No matter, it just made it easier to get rid of them quickly. Hopefully with the distraction of the illusory dragon along with some of the other dragons he could see slipping in and out helping protect the townsfolk. That certainly made him feel better and able to focus on the main threat in front of him. Which was currently the soldier pointing an arrow at the other glamoured individual next to him. 

His muscles tensed in preparation to lunge forward at the soldier but paused as the fog rolled in. He watched the other man sprint off and dodged around to the opposite side as the arrow whisked past. Despite not seeing it clearly he heard the sound of someone getting stabbed and took that as his que. He pulled on his innate magic and ran a quick hand across both his blades imbuing them with the freezing cold of his mountain home. The mist that bled off of them only adding to the eerie fog and strange glow of the burning city.

He followed after the sound of the voice of the other magical creature, for once thankful of learning to hunt in less than ideal conditions while living in blizzard conditions for much of his life, as his ears caught the sound of someone to his left. A quick twist to the side prevented a blade from sinking past Adiran's armor, and a downward cross-swing sliced into the solider sending jagged shards of ice outwards from the wound. The soldier staggered back giving him the perfect opportunity to slam his other blade under his ribcage sending the solider to the ground in a crumpled heap. 

Two more soldiers appeared from the fog, no doubt drawn in by the sound of one of their own being cut down. Dealing with two people at once was not what he'd hoped, but he brought up his blades nonetheless.