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Armed and ready the girl was taking a deep breath, since breaking the orb back at home she had felt a change in her being. Pulsing in the center of her staff she could feel a power stirring and in her chest she knew it was because of her. This change was brought about by the first thing Burrom had ever given her, that special orb. She had felt sad at breaking it but the point of breaking it was to be accepted as an adult and she was going to show her father just how strong she had become.

She would go out and get a dragon and kill it, bring back its orb to show him. He would be proud of her and there was nothing more that she wanted was for him to be proud. They had been travelin and she had gone out alone to find a dragon for her to hunt. She had been hunting the aryala dragons before, but she wasn't exactly sure what she would find here in the Malro Desert. It was hot out and that was to be expected it being a dessert. Still she was determined to find something for her to kill and show her father.

Perhaps she was just a bit too eager, a bit too...ignorant at her lack of experience but it wasn't going to slow her down not one bit. Though it was the crackle of electricity that caused the hair on her arms and head to prickle that alerted her first to the danger. The dragon had not been very sneaky and in fact she was able to dodge the lash of electricity easily. One would swear she had been fighting all her life, and all this stemmed from her getting one precious gift from her father. Confidence was a strange thing, as it heightened her reactions as she dodged another attack deftly.

Staff in hand it turned black like charred wood a moment as she sent out a funnel of flame towards the creature before she dodged again. Wither it was actual skill or just dumb luck every attack she sent flying in the creatures path was a direct hit. The dragon was being forced to back up as explosions of fire hit its neck, flank and legs. It felt...exhilarating she was beating it, and she knew she could do it. The girl would make her father proud.

The dragon went to attack her, only to get a snout full of flames as she sent another funnel of it towards its face. It roared trying to put out the vast amounts of itself that was on fire out. Moving to the ground to roll using the hot sand to smother what fire was still smoldering on its scales. The young girl though wouldn't let up as she send wave after wave of fire balls at the creature unrelenting until the creature didn't have any sane part of its left. Thrashing from the pain the creature finally twitched...its heart having given up on trying to beat as it collapsed to the ground.

A smoldering heap of muscle and bone that the wind soon began to disintergrate leaving only for a mere moment the outline of a skeleton before it too vanished. Leaving only a shiny Kiandri orb as her prize. Perking the young girl...or woman as it was went to pick it up looking over the orb with a small smirk.

Peice of cake.