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Toki glared at Arkayid "I am not a babysitter. It's bad enough I'm forced to keep an eye on this lot, but you are not running off and leaving me alone with a random girl. Though I;'m grateful, the fact you consider leaving a stranger alone with me, that is not a friend to my Mistress, is quite shocking. I really don't suggest it. Mind you I wouldn't do anything, But I see no reason to defend her for your sake."

"And what will holding me responsible do? Causing me harm would be to break Mistress Mimi's heart, you wanna see her cry?" he asked angrilly and glanced at Kayla sighing slightly

Mimi had woken up in all of this "Toki are you being nice?"
"Misstress Mimi...I"
"Are you causing Mr. Arkayid problems?" she asked sounding angry.

Toki bit his lip "Yes..I apologize."
"Arkayid I'll go with you. It'll give him reason enough to protect her and I can be of help." she murmured "I can freeze things afterall."

"Mistress you can't...I'll watch her just please don't put yourself in harms way."

"Not this time Toki. It won't work. Besides I wanna help. Can I please help Arkayid?"

Mimi nodded and bounced up following after Arkayid quietly "I apologize about what Toki said. He's usually not so heartless...I wonder why he's in such a bad mood. Mr. Arkayid...what's it like to have a mom?"

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Toki watched Mimi leave his eyes filling with sadness and he glanced at Kayla "i apologise....what I said was inappropriate and I shall do anything I can to make your stay here enjoyable an safe until they return." he murmured bowing "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss. Kayla."

(What the heck did you do?)

"Huh? Why wouldn't you know?" Arkayid asked. That was a revelation. He had heard of kids being abandoned and everything but still, everybody had to have had a mother. Something with procreation, Mother had said when he asked that question. Whatever that meant, didn't matter at the time.

When Mimi and Arkayid arrived, Arkayid immediately went prone, and crawled to the edge of the bush. Much of the town had been burned down, smoke and ash flittered through the air.

"Dammit, we're too late." Arkayid growled. He removed his bow and quiver from his person, and strapped his shield onto his arm.

"Well, you've got two choices. You can either charge in with me, or look for survivors."


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"I don't think there's much you can do, Master Toki. I'm just worried for Arkayid. Even when he was little he was hot-blooded. I remember he was always a problem when rough-housing with the other kids. He's much stronger then he looks. Hell, I'm sure he could probably hike with three or four of us on his back, and he would have some issues, but not many."

"I do not require anything at the moment, but I am guessing I will have to do something about the pups. I cannot take care of them, and the smallest is the source of my worry..." She smiled kindly though and stood, "It is good to meet you, Kayla. You can just call me Luna if you wish, doesn't matter to me, as long as you don't say, 'Druid', I'm fine, its an insult to be thought of so...." She didn't finish her sentance, there were druids who caused only evil in the world, and she guessed many now...

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Alhana heard Jasper load his crossbow, and turned to look at him. Granted she couldn't arch an eyebrow at him, so she did her best and cocked her head to the side. "Jasper. Put the Crossbow away... you reaalllyyy don't need it. If something DOES come after us, your crossbow wouldn't do much. Also, move your sword, it's scratching RIGHT between two scales. That'll itch for a week, and since you're on my spine, it's not like I can scratch it or something."

"Everyone settled? Good." With that, Alhana stood up from her crouch, and unfurled her sail-like wings, starting to gain altitude, once she was suitably high enough, she started moving forward from her hover, and pointed towards Domachi.

Green eyes watched as the creature flew off into the distance. Her master would not be pleased...no indeed. However, considering all she had to tell him...She continued to watch it until it was gone from her sight. She had much to tell him...she would be rewarded for sure.

An hour by dragon-flight practically meant you were somewhere else by the end of that hour. Alhana was actually moving quite leisurely, if she felt the need to, she could push herself, but for the comfort of her friends, she had decided that maybe moving a lot faster would result in sick stomachs, sullied scales, and a scent that would not get off of her for weeks.




Arkayid staggered back, slipping off the scythe blade that had penetrated his armor and scales. The damned bandit leader, a Larknam, grinned wickedly, the star-shaped scar twisting in a disgusting fashion laughed at Arkayid's sorry state. Of course, said sorry state was caused by him catching two arrows, one hitting with precision right between the armor plating between his shoulder pauldron and breast plate. Arkayid had returned that arrow with such power that the man practically shattered. The archer was strewn about the building he was standing in front of, and the second arrow punched through the heavy guage steel on his left thigh, but his armored scales had stopped the arrowhead. Arkayid returned that arrow in similar fashion, and it had overpenetrated the man to nail him to the wall behind him. The archers soon learned NOT to shoot arrows at him.

The man laughed cruelly, and looked down at Arkayid, who had went down at one knee.

"So... Half-dragon, where's your power now?" He asked with a sneer. Arkayid breathed deeply, he had gone beyond pain at this point and looked at him with a grin. "You want to see it?" He asked breathlessly. The scythe had also cut into a lung, which made breathing difficult, and he could feel it flooding with his own blood.

"See it? No. Your ill-fated rescue attempt is your end." He said while swinging the scythe down. Arkayid did something the man had not expected. He had rolled backwards, heedless of a damaged lung and various wounds, and sprang up to meet Larknam's scythe with devastating force, where sparks showered the combatants.

"Too bad, Larknam, you've already lost." Arkayid said quietly. Larknam looked down to find that Arkayid had planted a knife in between two of his ribs. Larknam looked down at up, looked at Arkayid with a quizzical expression, and looked down again. Arkayid had noticed the man had NOT gone pale as one would expect. Instead he pulled out the knife which was bloodied, yes, but no blood exploded outwards with such removing of the dam known as a knife.

"No, my good comrade, you have." Larknam said with dangerous brutality. Arkayid only blinked once before the scythe entered his body again, completely ignoring his armor, to damage something else. What, Arkayid did not know, but he did not try to stop the loss of consciousness that came with such a blow.