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Ruscar hovered in front of the squire pair. His gaze turned nervous and not for of discovery of his allegiances. The prospect of being persecuted due to his species was a far more nerve-wracking issue. At a decent distance he could feign a calm exterior, but this was far too close for comfort. He knew he had been lucky so far, encountering only those who would not hurt him for his species. On top of everything, he could not shake the feeling of being watched.

“I got uprooted from my home,” Rus' replied, not quite lying. “I could move more out of sight, fly closer to the trees if you would prefer.”

Romans lips curled as a low inhumane growl was expressed for his growing frustration as the Fallen jerked his head away causing the vampire's blade to be fully removed with scarlet drops that follow with each moment of his hands were just a blur to mortal eyes. With in the time the Fallen turn his head to bowl the Vampire. The blade switched to where it was laying flat against his fore arm and bent down as the young vampire's scarlet red tail of hair rising like a a whip, And threw with enough force for a counter punch at where the back corner of the dragon's eye. Roman then grabbed the Fallen's mane with his free hand making sure he hand a good grip lifting his feet laughing like a crazed child on some thrilled high, Waiting for the Dragon to tire out not too worried about being crushed or whipped by the barbed tail.
"Fallen, that's what you are..."
"I would have to say your about to Fall down and kick the bucket soon, big guy." Roman Taunted as his eyes were fixed on the open wound upon the dragon's neck he could sense his beating heart, the scent of fresh blood. Yes Roman indeed likes to play with his food.

The dragon bucked like a wild charger, shaking his head in attempts to toss off the red prickleburr that now clung to his hair.

"Maybe you'll join me, little one," the raspy dragon's voice rumbled as the tossling head stopped in place. A yellow and brown eye looked backward at the vampire.

Something ripped through Roman's back and protruded through the side of his chest. The grey headed bolt nestled itself just above the heart as a new decorative piercing on his body to join the other trinkets he wore.

The dragon shook his head once again and limply the red weed slipped from his mane and was tossed a few feet away into the wildgrass. Farther back an armored rider stepped out of the trees pressing a hand to one side of his face, an emptied crossbow hanging down from the other. Seeing the boy roll to a stop, he began to hurry toward his dragon.


'You attacked us! Be gone!' the normal dragon screamed in Dark's head, snapping at the pale dragon's wings as it past by infront of him. As Dark flew higher, the pair drew closer to the treetops again, gradually taking the fight farther and farther away from where Micheal had been left behind.

The snippets stolen from the dragon's mind reflected only as such between their thoughts about Dark and the disorienting conversation that continued between dragon and rider.

Kill or flee. Escape? Magic? How much? Enough bounds? Battle. Need more wings. Buy time? Protect. Need to fly. Fail? What would happen?

Already another ball of light the size of a hand lantern could be seen glowing behind the dragons neck as the pair watched the shadow of a dragon above them.



'Sharding black void...'

There was the dragon. And the rider running. And no Roman.

A few more strides and she tossed herself from the saddle, a sharp tingle running up the bones of her legs as she hit the ground running, trying not to fall from the momentum. Taking her bow, she shot toward the Bound but it flew wide.

Catching the bleeding dragon's attention, the large tail sliced down and bit into the dirt, kicking up a spray into her eyes and face she could not see through.

Ruscar nodded his head in response to the suggestion of flying lower. That was not too bad of a start. They did not seem overly hostile. As the squires continued to speak, Ruscar raised a scaly brow to feign casual surprise.

“Is something going on?” Ruscar queried as smoothly as possible, with a hint of surprise. He had been practicing his story as he flew, just in case he ran into someone. None of his words were lies, instead mere carefully phrased retellings. “I did notice a large amount of Fae. They are the reason I had to leave my home. Quite a nuisance really.”

'Really, help me understand what's going on or I will drain you, and I don't plan on keeping you either.' The Tainted flew closer to the dragon and his bound, now interested on what they have missed.

Micheal hopped off the horse and then took off full speed towards where Dark was going sticking to the shadow of the trees.

The red head was staring straight in the jaws of the Fallen, and the only thing he thought of was 'hell didn't think, it would end where I feel so helpless.' he closed his eyes hearing a bow string vibrate again. Then he open his eyes seeing the dragon was gone. Roman just laid still his eyes were enough to be notice by the ranger. He tried to move again it seemed it was only small retarded movements he could do. He closed his eyes for a second to shake the blurriness and finally cried a moan that is normally heard from the Ranger herself.

The sound she heard was disorienting. Though certain it had not come from behind her, Jay looked back at the body of the armored man, still not having gotten back up.

The light from the dragon fire still going hid the glow of the vampire's eyes from her but the sound led her to where she saw his body lying awkwardly on the ground, a bolt run through him like a lace through a shirt.

"Roman?" she said as she took his face in her hands. "Roman? You'd better tell me you were just going to slack off here." Her hands slid lower to where the metal point was, sitting low on his left breast. The bolt did not look as if it had broken. She could pull it free just by pulling it straight forward. The last time she had to remove an arrow from him though they were next to a stream which helped keep him from setting himself on fire. There was no such stream here now and plenty of little fires still around.

That was aside from any blood he might need. Immediately the bound came to mind.

"Roman, do I need to wait for Micheal on this one?" she asked, patiently waiting for a responce knowing he was having difficulty moving.

Scrap it all. She was going to try catch Micheal's attention anyways. 'Micheal, Roman's been hurt. I'm going to need your help. Hurry please.'

Hopefully the other vampire was not too wrapped up in his own dragon business to not hear her.

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Another dazzling shot went of from the mage at Dark just before the dragon began to slow. With wings beginning to feel heavy, eventually the dragon gave into decent, picking a location in the midst of forest, ignoring the trees that banged against his wings and scratched at his face. Upon landing, it seemed that a light glow of the same earlier blue began to encircle the entire dragon, both dragon and bound chanting something.

Roman's eyes just looked straight passed her as his lips smirked to a strained looking smile. Thinking to himself in his mind, 'Crap don't look at me like that, stop talking to me, yes get him.' Roman's body temp rose more as he thought more about his situation then he close his eyes and took slow barely noticeable breaths to calm himself.
"shush..."
He just shushed the Ranger.