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"That can't have killed him." She thought shifting in the air, her wings still beating at the loose ground she breathed fire in another direction controlling it and keeping him busy with extra fireballs.
Soon she knew she must land her lift was going down and if she didn't reserve it she wouldn't be able to retreat.
Tucking her wings close to her sides she lunged forward swiping down through the dust cloud where she could smell him, her claws to their full extencion cut the air like razors.

((Please don't godmode and avoid everything, I really do hate it being done to me. Our characters have to come out with some kind of wounds.))

((It's not godmodding it's using simple logic. Ali can manipulate air, that means he can do whatever he want with air which is oxygen mainly. Fire can't exists without oxygen. Even if it's magical fire it is still fire and logically It will die if it looses either Heat, burnable material or oxygen. ))

* Ali dove a long leap to his right once the fire changed course and eventually deceased, rolling a good distance out of the dust cloud and thus also out of her flight path. She had good tactics, keeping to the sky and suppressing him before she dove in for the kill. A real predator tactic.
Once Ali had rolled a slight distance and stopping on one knee and turning around while moving his hands behind his back while doing so, moving them back out again with his two pistols equipped and safeties off. A large dragon flying through a dust cloud wasn't that difficult to not see and so Ali opened fire, sending out armor piercing bullets after one another at her and since the pistols had been modified and the springs trimmed, then they were worse then nail drivers, jackhammers would be the more correct therm.*

Kurohito stood on the sidelines, with his trademark pipe as smoke billowed from the end of it as he laughed at the display. "Really now, this place has more fights than a bunch of slaves in a pub." He said as the tasteless and most likely horrible joke was announced. He looke dup at Yawg and laughed somewhat. "Maybe taking out the lower part of the food chain could have some merit after all."

rook walked back outside,spying the one called yewgmoth and a person he did not know he saw no reson not to talk,walking over to yawgmoth he said"did i miss anything."refering to the little spat ali and the girl were having.

Ontaros thought about it for a while and finally answered "Well normally I simply make friends where I can and when I feel the great winds calling onward then I soon after follow. Some places I've stay'd but only a hand full of days, others I've sorta hovered around for a year or so but never actually had a stable residence always either in an Inn, or sleeping under the stars when I needed to or wanted to. It's quite an interesting life style. As for my age...." he trails off a moment to think and then soon replies "I was only 63 when the Felonium started......" after another quiet moment he replies " about 629.... give or take a decade." He scratches the back of his head, slightly embaraced that he didnt know his own age.

Ontaros nods "That we do indeed. Whens your time here expire, or have you not come to such a conclusion yet?" He ducks under a small branch as he talks and nearly ends up eating another when he stands back up. He looks around abit and studies the area some. He didnt want to forget the way here.

With a slight shake of his head he replies "No, just one morning I'll wake up and it will be time for me to leave, however others stay until they have accomplished what they want, or they do plan things out. Something of a rigid flexibility if you will." He smiles to her "but it is good to hear that you've found something that draws you to a place, and that you've found a place that fits you. For some it can be quite difficult, while most others they just sort of fall into it I guess." While he talks with Ziven his eyes gradually drift upward, through the foliage, and into the sky.