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As Silver walked, he'd get closer to the clock tower, his footsteps crunching and cracking bits and pieces of the rubble as he made his way towards the ruins of the clocktower. It also got a little darker as the thick clouds of smoke in the sky covered the sun for a moment, plunging the ruins of the city into a lower light situation. Hopefully Silver wasn't afraid of being alone in a spooky place when it was practically overcast. However, as he walked he might notice that his footsteps seemed a little out of rhythm...

It wouldn't be long before Silver would hear the footsteps behind him pick up their pace, and turn into something that sounded like running, on all fours, and it was making nearly as much crunching as Silver would have, if not a little more, giving him a rough idea of his follower's weight. Whatever it was, was getting closer, and getting closer fast...

Silver was about to be terribly dissapointed. If he thought a wolf or a coyote was going to attack him here, he had one hell of a surprise waiting for him. As he prepared, a rather large creature leapt up onto a pile of rubble, followed soon afterwords by another. They were nearly the same sixe as Silver, if not a bit bigger, and looked rather hungry...

The Drakes, being rather hungry, and really not caring if this human being could speak their language, decided simply to move in and attack. They hadn't gotten a decent meal in days afterall. Most beings that lived here weren't stupid enough to wander around the empty streets alone, and since Silver had done just that, well, why give something the time of day if it was stupid? Survival of the fittest...

The first Drake would open its mouth as if to speak, but a large gout of brackish, foul smelling vapor and liquid would shoot from its mouth towards Silver's location. The second beast began to move around behind Silver, attempting to flank him and split his attention in half. Since he was outnumbered, that shouldn't be that difficult...

*FWHUMP!!*

As Silver jumped up and away, a third Ambush Drake...ambushed Silver from behind, his long thick front legs colliding with Silver as he made his way up into the air. This pack of Drakes had to deal with things far more dangerous than a worn out Dragoon with magical diabetes, and had been following him for quite some time. It isn't every day you see a potential meal simply fall out of the sky in a flash of light was it? That flash was quite the attention grabber.

The pack had then set up an attack plan with various routes blocked off and protected in order to better capture their prey. The pack had originally planned for two of the Drakes to get Silver's attnetion on them while the third would jump down from behind and surprise him, however, things hadn't gone exactly as the pack had hoped, and so the third Drake had to improvise...

The Drake and Silver would hit ground, both being stunned for a few seconds from the fall. The other two Drakes would then rush to catch up to where the pair had fallen, eager to get their meal.

The blast did little more than push the third Ambush Drake off of him. Oddly enough, the Drake had only been sent back about three fee or so, and after a shake to regain its bearings, it acted quickly, its mouth shooting another blast of its breath towards Silver's weakened form. Now there was a question worth getting answered. Why the hell hadn't the magical blast effected the Drake to a more significant level?

He wasn't telling either way, and the other two Drakes would quickly dash behind Silver, flanking him, and surrounding him. Things just kept going from bad to worse in his place. Where was some good help when you needed it?

It would be then that the one that had spat the toxic poison at him would lunge towards him, aiming to bite the spear away from Silver, while the two that were behind and to the side of him would quickly move in to attack Silver's back and body while he was distracted by the one in the front of him. Things were really looking bad now...