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By the time the buckets were scrapped out and shaped, tossed to the side like they were someone's old boots, Jay walked up with a beaten up stick that looked as if she'd taken a few whacks at it with her sword at either end.

"Just use a bucket and drink from that. You don't need to find an awkward place to bite," she said, tossing her stick beside the small bucket pile. "Their own mass is going to force the blood downward like very thick water going down a hill but much slower. A slight cut here," she said pointing at the lower side of the dead dragon's neck, "will work enough since we aren't trying to drain the thing of all its blood."

She grabbed two of the smaller buckets and trekked over beside the barely alive dragon, kneeling as she placed one of the buckets near the dragon's neck. Sneaking a brief looking back at Micheal by the larger bucket, she lifted a finger up against the dragon's neck. What little movement the dragon had was now still before she went about gathering it's life's blood.

Better done and over with all this. She didn't want to spend any more time out here than she had to between the Fallen that was still flying in the air, the unnamed man and the patchwork thing that were still about, and that two dead dragons could easily attract attention. It was still eve and not a time when normal travelers would be about, but it would only be a few hours more at this pace and being so much closer to town as they were.

As lightning burst through the sky, Leverne let out a hiss of frustration and slipped to a different stance on Warden's back. He hung on to the dragon with only one hand, leaning off over the dragon's back haunch and staring at the ground below.

"Saw someone fall!" he called out, barely audible above the wind and the dragon's wingbeats, "Keep that fallen distracted. I'll check the ground for our quarry."

And with that, the fae let slip and fell. He spread his hands out to either side, eyes closed, and as he neared the trees his fall slowed until he touched the nearest stable branch with barely a rustle. He fell into a crouch and silently watched the forest below, trying to detect any sign of movement.

Micheal looked at his dagger and smiled.
"I think it's about time I possibly start carrying a longer blade."
With that said he pulled a bucket near him and slammed the dagger in the area that Jay said would be a good spot and twisted till the scales were gone knowing this was dulling his blade more he slammed it in the open skin where the scales use to be. Twisting and dragging with his cut to make it deeper and longer, more blood staining his shirt he placed the bucket under the cut. Micheal watching the blood trickle and fill the bucket he didn't even wait for it to get fully filled till and raised the bucket to his lips and drank it like he hasn't in months. After that he pause with a sigh and then placed the bucket under the dragon again his wings relaxed as the feeling of the new blood circulated through his body. Between the energy draining, and now well over a decent kill for once, Micheal was becoming a fully refreshed vampire.

Before Warden could object, the Fae had already jumped from his backside. It was too late to do anything about that, so he went on to do as he was told and flew on towards the Fallen that had caused the lightning.

<> he warned his bound as they approached.

The Fallen saw that he had hit his mark this time around, though there was little triumph for him as he saw another figure approaching the Reborn. Another Reborn? Though this one had Fallen characteristics. Even so, he found it odd to run into another of the sort so soon. Perhaps this forest hosted a whole lot of the beings. It didn't matter a whole lot to him. Right now as far as he was concerned, that second Reborn was helping out his quarry.

Another bolt of lightning struck out towards the pair, but his aim was skewed off to the side as something flew right up to him. With a hiss, he turned to see the dragon he had spotted earlier before confronting the Fae Reborn.

<> he growled at Warden.

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Coming around once more, the squire dove for the larger dragon.

A flash of color caught Leverne's eye. He tracked the movement, bringing the bow up and taking aim. Another reborn? It was hard to tell. Flying close to the trees, too. It wasn't the best shot, but if he hesitated much longer he wouldn't have any shot at all.

He let the arrow fly at the center of mass. Hopefully it'd hit one of them. Hopefully it wouldn't kill either.

Ira traveled through the camp to might find where her Queen was, it wasn't much difficult. She paused showing her status of knighthood and then continued.
"May I have, presence with the Queen?"

Bullseye looked around as some of the neighboring knights just eyed him, He then stood up more proud like manner, and being a good dragon.

The guard nodded and stepped aside. The Queen was inside one of the larger tents, one that could accommodate a full-grown dragon. As Ira entered, the conversation died down to a polite whisper and the Queen nodded for the two to approach.

"Yes?" she asked, "What news do you have?"

@Enduria/Leverne. Just kinda there.
Ruscar let out a loud hiss, as if to warn his savior that something was wrong. He could feel it, something was going to go wrong. He did not know what, but before he could voice a concern another bolt of lightening sizzled past them. It was only a few moments later that Ruscar felt them falling back through the trees and back down to the ground.

“I have half a mind to think you are utterly mad,” snapped the androgynous creature. Vaguely, as he was spun, he was aware of a new pain searing through the silky membrane of his wings, but with the sheer amount of other cuts and scrapes, he could not bring himself to complain about the unknown injury. Even when tossed recklessly into the trees, the Reborn remained quietly accepting.

Upon falling back, he sunk carefully back into the undergrowth, blending in amongst the plants, dead and alive. He gave himself a quick once over. Upon spotting an arrow protruding from a wing, he tore it out without any regard to his physical condition. Once the arrow was tossed away, the Reborn tensed in its hiding spot. He kept his eyes trained on what was going on in front of him, waiting to jump in if need be.