He was searching them out now, these dragons. Serenia had been his training ground thus far, and thus far he'd beaten only one out of all the ones he'd encountered, and it was very...irritating to know. Ainsley wanted to get even with these things; they'd given him so much trouble, and he was slowly starting to understand why certain Orderites had taken it to sport, hunting these creatures down. He was tempted to treat it as that - a sport - but Quan had taught him a bit better than that. Ainsley, at this point, had a decent level of respect for the beasts, and the only reason he was even searching one out now was to get even with the lot of them. Or at least.. start to.
With his axe on hand, the blonde slowly but surely made his way through the golden forests of Serenia, watchful and patient. Soon enough he came upon an Ysali dragon; it looked...well, it looked like any dragon would, except it had a significant amount of scars on it. Its wings looked battered, and the rest of it didn't look that much better, but it was massive compared to some of the others he'd encountered. Still, all this did nothing to stop him from approaching the thing, a small smirk on his face as he approached it head on at a walk, the axe resting on his shoulder.
"C'mon then," he said, then began to make a run toward it. The green eyes of the Ysali narrowed at his words and snorted, watching the young boy close the distance between them. Axe raised, Ainsley gave a shout as he swung and made contact with the beasts arm, but it seemed unaffected by the impact. Instead, it snorted again and pushed him back with one great swing of its arm, and while he was in the air the dragon the dragon roared and, using his other arm, smashed him into the ground.
And it was would have been like any other beating from an Ysali that he'd taken thus far, except for the fact that this time the dragon's claws made contact, and not just contact. It's long, razor sharp claws had dug deep into his flesh, the beginnings shallow on his chest near the base of his neck, and running down diagonally to just below his heart, the wound much deeper by then. Simply put, the boy was out cold, and the dragon, no worse for wear. It snorted, unaffected the Ainsley's attempts at its life, and went on its way as though nothing happened.
There was a significant amount of blood loss by the time Quan found him, a heap in the grass. The man carried him into the city, but he wouldn't be awake to know it. In fact, he wouldn't be awake for the next few days.
