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Azura unknowingly led Jill out of trouble as they held hands. She wasn’t really aware that a biker gang was about to come in at the time. She was just looking for some people and after a bit of wandering down the halls to a couple of dead ends and back she and Jill found some. They’d been too far away to hear the motorcycles come up although when they had Azura had paused to try and hear but nothing. The way she did find people however was through all the commotion so when she and Jill ended up in a side room (really more like a small hallway) that led into the bar she was a little shocked. There was an actual real life biker gang in there with knives, pipes, and bats. “Serve us and no one shall be hurt” The leader said to the party within the bar and Azura just stood there staring. She actually turned to look at Jill to make sure she heard it correctly. “Are these people British or something? What the hell kind of biker gang leader talks like that?” She whispered more to herself than to Jill although if the dryad had a comment she was more than welcome to say it
A naga bar tender took the throat of one of the men saying they’d regret it if they tried to raid the bar and kitchen but it seemed to go unheard. The woman ended up killing the biker and another server, a leprechaun came in to help defend the place. The dragoon knew each of them on their own could take down these thespians who couldn’t possibly think they were in a real gang…not with those words. Even if they were just pretending to be in a ‘biker gang’ they definitely had to brush up on their lingo. Then again, since when were biker gangs popular anymore? This wasn’t the 1950’s. Biker gangs didn’t exist with any sort of real power or standing or as a threat. Riding a motorcycle was a hobby that had started up because war vets wanted a bit of thrill in their lives and that was how they got it. Besides, unlike many stereotypes, riding a motorcycle didn’t make you mean or tough or in a gang or anything. Lots of just…normal people rode them.
Azura watched the scene unfold however. The Italian woman came in when something broke and being the owner of course she got captured and had to be rescued… it was like it was scripted for entertainment purposes or something and if so, the blood was amazingly realistic and so was the fire and burning and everything of the also very stereotypical dragon with a stereotypical temper. She frowned a bit though since every dragon who did fit the stereotype of having a temper, thinking they were all that and a bag of chips, better than whatever just made all the other dragons look bad. Because of dragons like this dude, they were being hunted and killed because they were all thought to act like huge throbbing dicks. This is why dragons got the reputation of beasts and monsters instead of actual intelligent beings. This dude… right there…
Clearly the owner was his mate and also a dragon and that pulled up another issue. The owner…was a DRAGON. Female dragons were just as capable of defending themselves as the male ones and not doing so was shameful to all women. Azura almost wanted to go over across the floor and slap some sense into her since she was sort of part of the same race and the other woman was making them seem absolutely pathetic and helpless. Dragoons and dragons weren’t much different…. Dragoons had all the strength and power of a dragon without being the size of one and without being the actual lizard. True, dragoons couldn’t change their shape or anything like a dragon could opt to do (although for a dragon being in a human form took away some of their strength and abilities) but despite her human like size and appearance she was basically a dragon regardless in magic, strength, breath, flight, whatever. That said, she could easily get rid of the pretend gang of retards as could anyone in here save for maybe the humans with great ease.
Regardless, the ‘angwy dwagon’ did his thing and burned people to crisps, stomped, chomped and slaughtered the intruders. The naga managed to kill a few and the girl who had come in shortly after her and Jill even shot a few at least until her gun got knocked away. She was in a bit of a pinch and while Azura was debating on helping, a man popped out of the girl’s pendant and took care of her and another girl. Things were nearly done at this point as a few bikers ran out to escape but Azura had her eyes narrowed and focused on the two dragons as smoke poured from her nostrils. She was fuming…. One was just a pitiful excuse for a dragon and the other was the reason dragons were almost all gone… definitely not an admirable pair in the dragoon’s eyes. They were a shame to the entirety of their race and hers. If she could spit that far, she’d spit at their feet. She looked to Jill who, for some reason seemed the type to be able to spit distances like across rooms, and almost considered asking her to do it for her.
As the man took Amelia outside however and the dragon rampage eventually stopped, somehow leaving the building still standing….amazingly…. the female dragon came over to check on another human girl who was there and took her upstairs before coming back down for a few stiff drinks without even bothering to clean up—sanitary. This definitely could have gone better. Bikers—of humans—who were obviously blind or retarded or something since they’d not been intimidated by what was in the place were about as dangerous as a box of kittens. Scratch that—kittens had sharp claws and could hurt, as could puppies who liked to chew with their sharp puppy teeth. Maybe a box of…empty soda cans was more appropriate for their threat level. Perhaps they were just suicidal or were like that Amelia girl and thought they were all stupidly in costume or something. Whatever the case, they were apparently dumb enough that they deserved to die. That was that and when it was all over and they were all dead or gone out to flee, Azura caught sight of some strange woman with horns and black hair. She stared after her for a moment before a shiver ran down her spine and she looked to Jill with a blank expression. She had figured out they needed to talk to the Italian woman to get a room and at the same time, she wasn’t sure she’d beable to after seeing that disgusting display of weakness.
After processing the scene however, Jill turned to her and said the whole thing was ‘******** retarded’ and she couldn’t have put it any better. The retard bikers had come in and somehow gotten the idea they stood a chance only to be slaughtered. Things could have been handled better and probably with less murder but Azura didn’t really care. Jill did manage one thing though and that was to get Azura to laugh and her mood to lighten when she thought they might have escaped from a museum somewhere or something. Then the question of how they were going to get a room since s**t hit the fan and everything seemed to be going downhill. “You may need to do the talking for getting us rooms but that Italian woman wanna-be dragon is the owner from what I can tell. The pretend biker guy thought she was and she didn’t deny it so I think we could get keys from her…” She informed the dryad calmly although her ears were tilted back a bit and she still had a bit of smoke coming out of her nose to show her irritation. Honestly, she was ready to go right back outside and maybe even leave she was so disgusted. On the other hand, it’d be nice to stay somewhere warm… In a bed. “Like I said before though, I’m not entirely sure if I can afford too long in a place like this so if there’s a room with two beds or a bed and a sofa or something I’d not mind sharing if you’re willing to split the cost” She offered. She’d already learned Jill was sort of like her…. A traveler…. A wanderer of sorts and she could relate to that and perhaps really, Jill may be the only one here she could relate to like that which was why she offered. She knew it was a nice but sort of hard life, worth it and interesting but not….financially stable.