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((Short post as I'm slightly drunk and i just want to get things moving... and I do mean an uber short post.))

And so it was that Ruuvan pressed down on his own rune at the same time as D and Claire, waiting to see what exactly happened and hoepfully get a glimpse at the chamber he was to fight the Guardian in.

Ruuvan took a step back as the large doors opened, albeit painfully slow and rather loud, watching them disappear into the upper cavity and reveal a large chamber. Big rooms were fine, especially if they had lots of gold or treasure in them, but this one seemed to have a Fire Drake there instead, blocking the next doorway of all possible things.

"I know you won't like this, but we're going to have to wake this thing up." Ruu didn't know about Claire or D, but he definitely couldn't lift a beast of that size and simply move him to one side, so waking it up and somehow getting past it seemed like the only choice, "Just stick by me and give any ideas if you got them." And so they walked slowly towards the dragon, closing the gap between them and the sleeping creature, but they weren't trying to sneak. Ruuvan was leading the group, seeing as the compass wasn't needed to tell them that was the door they had to go through, and came up to the beast first, extending his left hand to tap the Drake on the snout. Ruu had one of his swords drawn, holding it tightly in his right, as he tapped the creature; dogs always woke up by being tapped on the nose, mainly as it was a sensitive part, so why would a bigger creature be that much different? Maybe he needed a really big finger to tap with, but he'd stick with his hand for now. So, with a low stance should he need to move quickly, he continued to tap.

The first thing to hit was the decreased heat, still quite a high temperature to make him hot under the collar and mildly uncomfortable, but it was the wind that would be the problem, sending him back a couple of feet in a stumbling motion from the drake. Even with this mild inconvenience and the prospect of something far worse happening should he continue, Ruu moved back to the Drake's nose and tapped it in much the same manner whilst turning his head to Claire and D.
"As soon as I take this thing from the door, run through it. I'll take care of myself." He then motioned to the side of the dragon, out of the creature's line of sight, so the beast would think there was only one person disturbing him and focus all efforts on him.

::Well D understood fully how annoying it is to be woken up while trying to sleep. Each step was cushioned with a baby steps. Until the darned thing opened its eye. Sure, it was trying to sleep, and maybe being an ancient drake it would understand the situation. And so he spoke with a smile, and in a whisper.::

We sowwy, we just needs dat little thing and we'll be off, and you can go back to shleep. K?

Even a child could understand the need to be quiet and let the elder person handle things, couldn't he? Obviously not was the answer as D opened his mouth and brought about a change in direction of the attack, giving Ruu the time he'd need in order to get ready for the Guardian, not before being in a suitable state to take this Dragon to town.

Just as the Drake could turn and snap with its maw in one fluid motion, Ruu reached up to his neck and snatched the necklace from his neck, placing it in his right breast pocket as always. The transformation was nothing but a flash now, instantly turning his skin pale and allowing large cuts to appear over his body. Then, without hesitating further, Ruuvan leapt from his crouched position as high as was physically possible, for an Undead Elf that is, in an attempt to land on top of the Drake's head. These was a lot more annoying than being tapped on the nose, so it would surely divert the attention of the beast and allow Ruu to manipulate the creature away from his companions; their reactions to his new appearance would be fun to deal with later.

::That was a very two sided way of looking at things. There is a hit, there is a miss. And there is...other things.

The moment the Drake's mouth opened, the sword manifested in D's hand, as the dragon came...he would slap him with it. Not the sharp side, but the broad side. The problem with opening your mouth to attack someone, is that you cant see! It wasnt a matter of speed, though that was D's main attribute, it was a matter of opportunity. The Drake just couldnt see what was coming.

The sword did something most odd. It wouldnt infact smack the drake. In the moment it intended to smack the drake, it bent. The sword seemed to move like a rather hyper lasso, and tied itself around the dragons mouth. Oh, there would be a snap as its jaws closed on empty air. But it was unlikely it'd be turning to snap at Ruuvan. That stuff was...pretty nasty. What once was a sword was now something more like a mix between a very thick rubber band, and peanut butter. It stuck to the inside and outside the drakes mouth and it seemed to tighten the more it tried to open its mouth. For every bit he managed to pry his jaws open, it would likely snap them down twice as hard. In a matter of about 30 seconds this elastic material would likely slow and stop a speeding train. D had been given a long time to "feel better". While he wouldnt be able to turn the room into a blender...he could manage a little goo.

No, as the Drakes face neared, D jumped with the momentum of his own sword slash and landed square on the things nose, above both its nostrils, using his own black sticky goo like reigns in a rodeo. It seemed that as long as he had contact with the black icky stuff it continued to bind tighter...and tighter....and grow thicker, and thicker...and he wasnt showing signs of letting go. He had found a nice spot nestled above both its nostrils, pointing toward the end of its mouth. And in that spot he would deliver a downward smack at the things nose as he shouted.::

Bad Dagron! You be nice!

::This was immediately followed by a second slap, as the beast likely didnt stop thrashing.::

You be's nice, or you dont gets to breath!

::And yes, this was a viable threat. As the black icky stuff had begun to creep its way into the beasts nose in the same way it began to creep around the entirey of its face making a sort of muzzle if you will. Meanwhile D was having the time of his life, he was laughing as he rode the massive beast, safe in the knowledge, that it would have to smack itself in order to smack him. How long could it go without breath?::

((I hate to say it, but I really think you guys are letting poor Lil' D's looks decieve you greatly. He's got a few more tricks up his sleave then he shows. Sorry to mess with the order.))