The journey in front Serenia to Ayr after his raid on the home of a two-legs had been fairly uneventful, he had what he needed and then some to make his time spent in Ayr for comfortable. Within his stolen bag he had his newest Ysali orbs and that bag had been put inside the massive cauldron, which he in turn was carrying in his front feet. He would find himself a place to settle down, would set up a nice fire, and he would hunt down some of Ayrala dragons so that he could set to cooking them up into a nice stew he thought to himself. That was the plan at least... and like all plans it went awry nearly instantly as he was suddenly attacked, knocked out of the air and into the ground, something that was a bit startling. The Diabi flipped his cauldron over, slamming it down on the ground so it would cover up his bag of Ysali orbs and keep everything from blowing away. Turning around he snarled at the Ayrala dragon that came to land before him, a second one landing behind him. Not good he found himself thinking, tail lashing, his scythe like claws clicking against the ground. So, they were wanting to pick a fight, were they? Not as though it wasn't what he was here for so he might as well do what he could against the pair of silvery dragons.
It was a battle that went too quickly and was certainly not in his favor as the two of them successfully doubled teamed him, knocking him around, and treated him like a Diabi Punching Bag, not something that he cared for even in the least bit. He was supposed to be beating the Ayrala up, not the other way around, he didn't like this at all! The Diabi was able to get in a few good shots here and there, at least making sure that he would leave his mark on the pair, so that he would be able to go after them again later. He wasn't about to let them just walk away without so much of a scratch after all, "Hnn... I will eat you... soon enough, you will see..." He spat out at the pair as they came to stand over him, seeming as though they were quite pleased with themselves over leaving the Diabi in such a state.
Eyphah was shoving himself up to his feet, drooling out a bit of blood, when one of them came charging over, crashing into him, and knocked him over again. He was almost certain that the pair of them were going to finish him off... not that he was going to make it easy, when they just took to the air to fly away. There was a moment where Eyphah lay there in utter shock, feeling more relieved then he was like over having been left there to try to recover from the beating, but then he found himself rather... pissed off as well. Were they mocking him?! They thought that they could just beat him up and walk off laughing as though it were nothing? Oh, he would show them! Dragging himself to his feet the scarred up Drakein hobbled his way over to where his cauldron was sitting, picking it up, and set to work finding himself somewhere to rest, recover, and lick his wounds. It didn't take too long before he found a deserted cave, slipping inside, putting the cauldron in the back, "Feh, stupid Ayrala, thinking that it's the last that they have heard of me. I will chase them down and I will turn them both into a stew!" He spat out, growls rumbling in his throat as he set to work licking his wounds.
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