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"They too were an enemy of yours were they not, one that has been dealt with, by the sounds of it successfully so." he said calmly taking residence leaning against the railing looking to where Tesla was over the horizon, "Like I said, I know not of the result" hesmirked inwardly knowing that Tesla was for the moment securely under his control. A thoughtful expression blanketed his face as he turned to watch Katherine pacing.

Next up was to have a little fun with them. "Heh, c'mon you big flying bags of scales, lets play." He said before leaving to have a good fight. It would be quite different then fighting humans, but fighting any creature really made his day. He even considered some of Illomeania's little pets, creatures. As he got in close, he threw a ball of ice at one to get its attention. "Lets go, I don't have all day."

The dragons were unique. Created by Sekain for the purpose of devistation. Each one obtained the possession of an element, and when they were throught to be killed, two more from that element would be re-spwaned. The ice ball was absorbed by the dragon as it ignored him and consumed the powers, as it sat tall and proud on a hight building watching all the living flee from their ohme.

"Oh, I see how it is. Ignore the being smaller then you." Alastor said, drawing two swords from out of the great blue. "First I'm going to have a little... fun." He said, dancing around the creature as if it wasn't there. This was his little ceremony of madness he called it, before or after a kill. Usually after seeing as they whatever he killed never ignored him this long. Then suddenly he stood in front of the thing, looking up and scratching his chin. "Now how was it you killed these things again? Oh right..." He said, checking the swords in hands.

Suddenly he held them both up towards the sky, their blades shimmering in the sunlight. Then with a great force he brought them forward towards the front of the creature into the easiest access he could find.

As the beam shot straight at him, Alastor tried parrying with his blades, both of them freezing as well as parts of his arms. "An ice dragon I see. I see I see I see." He said, throwing down the blades, using a bit of fire to melt the ice that had gotten him. As the other blades dissipated, two more appeared. Alastor stood in a fighting stance or at least what he thought looked like one. "C'mon you big bag of scales. Attack me, lets at least make this look more interesting. I don't want to kill you too quickly." He laughed, waiting on the thing to attack.

((Ugh, millions? There's an exaggeration if I ever saw one.))

Alastor danced strangely as the ice flew at him, fire spewing from the ground in a wall. Anything that wasn't immediately sublimated turned into water and hit the ground like rain. He stood in the middle of the ring and smiled up at the dragon. "And my reply... whoosh!" He said, the fire starting to gather into his palm now. He brought his lips up towards it and blew on it. Soon, much like dragon's breath it flew at the giant creature.

Meanwhile, back at the castle, a very familiar face appeared. It was the one and only... Sergei, escorted by his own guard of course. He merely smiled at Katherine, not really caring to bring it up. Then suddenly his face went serious. "Now what is it I'm hearing about these dragons?"

((No problem, it wasn't really a complaint, just a bit of eye rolling.))

"There's a neat trick. Likely it wouldn't have happened if only... LE GASP... Katherine's douche of a brother was here. Why hello there Sekain!" Alastor shouted in a half insulting half mocking tone. "Why gosh, I love the birthday present, but you're a few months off. Oh well, it'll make a nice coming home present for Aeon." Suddenly he was floating in the air at eye level with the dragon. He poked the snout twice with his sword and scratched his chin. "Wow these things are durable. Too bad they shatter like glass at the opposing element." Alastor said, placing his hand on the snout. Energy crackled up his arm until heat started to channel through his hand, his hand catching fire almost immediately.