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Character: Dysarrin
Stage: Apprentice
Current lvl: 1
Luck: 1
Creatures: Ysali Dragon x4 : Roll 91-100
Ayrala Dragon x1: Roll 100

Battle outcome: Lose x 5, Win x 2
5/2 (loss) x 5 (number of creatures) = 12.5 + 15 (Ayrala victory) + 5 (Ysali victory = 32.5 =
33

Left over Exp Bin: 0/1 --> 5/8 with 7 lvls gained (Lvl 8 )
LUK: 1 --> 3 (2 Victories in Range)
Luck loss count: 0/3 --> 3/3 (+1 LUK) -->2/3
LUK: 3 --> 4

+1 Ysali Dragon Orb
+1 Ayrala Dragon Orb

The sound of the Orderite's retreat were obnoxiously loud for someone of her small stature. Dys watched her flee, watched the small girl stumble through the dry underbrush in an attempt to escape her predator; to escape him. He perched forward on the balls of his feet, waiting until she'd scurried a far enough distance that was suitable for her handicap. Anything to make the sport more interesting. He'd always assumed the purebloods were dangerous. Why else would they be so adamantly hunted whenever they came within spitting distance of the clan's territory?

But this little girl was useless. Much worse off than any of the youngsters at camp. And frankly the rest of her troupe hadn't seemed particularly intimidating, either. Hardly worth the manpower Dys's clan had sent after them, and certainly not worth keeping him from his first hunt. But that was fine. He would improvise.

The girl had escaped far enough that he couldn't hear her crackling through the brush anymore (not that she didn't leave a clear trail). He followed her, only slightly more quietly. And that was solely due to the fact that he wasn't sobbing like an infant while he ran.

Quite the contrary.

Chasing her was almost a delight. His bare feet thudding against the ground, claws scraping against greenery. His heart raced in excitement, despite being certain that he'd have no problem catching and killing some weak pureblood girl. She was slow, stupid, completely pitiable, clearly lacked any sense of direction as her trail weaved and meandered through the valley. But worst of all, before he could reach her, before she was physically within his sight, she screamed, a blood curdling sound that far outmatched the whimpers she'd directed at him.

He paused for only an instant as her shimmering golden locks came into view. She stood there at the edge of the brush, her wings tucked close and her arms drawn in, her gaze directed out. With no warning, Dysarrin leaped at her, crashing into her tiny frame and throwing both of them to the ground with a rumble of annoyance. As he stamped the Orderite girl's shoulders into the dirt, a hiss flickered through his mind. Unusual, unfamiliar, but it somehow seemed like... words. Faint words that he could barely understand. Most of them were mere gibberish.

'Two children... now and later... sister... kill. Eat.'

Dys turned his attention from the girl, mewling and shaking beneath him, upward to the shadows cast by the crags and the scrawny trees hiding within. Large golden eyes glinted from their concealed hiding place, and as the hybrid's gaze scraped over them, he couldn't help but notice more than one pair.

Another voice. Similar, but still different. Deeper somehow. 'So small... both now.'

He didn't know of anything that sounded like that. Words, without using words. Just echoes of thought reverberating against the inside of his skull, somehow resonating as broken speech. Strange, interesting, and new creatures.

With a warning growl at the girl beneath him, he slipped away from her, edging curiously toward the multiple pairs of glinting eyes hiding in the shadows. Even as he moved, so too did the eyes. They hovered a short few inches from the ground, dipping toward him, then back, weaving to the side, enticing him closer. Dys was little more than a puppet to those eyes, playfully ducking along with their movements as he approached.

He stretched out one clawed finger. It dipped into the shadows and reached out to just barely nudge the strange oblong figure with the glowing golden eyes. But before he could reach it, it zipped away, heading up... and up and up.

Dys frowned, craning his head back as he started to understand that the oblong shape had attachments. Large attachments.

"Wait!" The girl crashed into him with her scrawny frame, nudging him scant more than a foot to the side before she proceeded to shriek directly in his ear as the maw of a dragon snapped down at where he'd been standing just before. She spun to his other side, putting extra distance between her in the creature as she grabbed one of the hybrid's arms and yanked. "Let's go, please!" She squeaked out pitifully.

Dysarrin snarled at her, ripping his limb free of her attachment and giving her an added shove to keep her in her place. His bright green gaze flickered back to the dragon. Dragons, now that they were all slinking from the shadows. The corners of his lips curled upward, wings fanned and twitched, shoulders flexed as he grinned. This was what he'd wanted. He couldn't allow some stupid pureblood girl to pull him-

One of the dragons whipped around, its tail arcing over the ground like a tamer's whip.

Only larger.

And heavier.

And when it hit Dys, his vision blackened as the air was ripped from his lungs. He almost wasn't even aware that he'd gone careening backwards, tumbling and skidding through dried grass until he crashed against an outcropping of pointed stones. He stilled instantly, a stinging burn welling across his skin everywhere and a deep throb humming through his chest. When he opened his mouth, he couldn't breathe. All that escaped was a startled choke.

Somewhere ahead of him, the girl screamed again. His body protested movement. Even when he opened his eyes, his vision swam, and things seemed hazy and nondescript. "Help! Help me!" The girl pleaded. He could see her, held up in the air by a green vine. Her shimmering curls dangling against the ground as one of the dragon's magic waved her carelessly about. She screamed again and struggled to right herself.

That was his prey, faltering and whining and pleading to some other predator. His teeth grit, claws scraped at the ground, and wings arched- giving a flap to help pull him up. His girl wasn't going to be taken from him because a few dragons ambushed them.

He had to get up.

If anyone was going to make that girl scream again, it was going to be him. His skin burned and his bones ached, but with a snarl, Dys rose into a low crouch. He could see her a little better now. She fought to disentangle her ankle from the grasp of the vines, while one of the dragons' fangs glinted right against her skin. That one would be his first target.

With a howl, he mustered his strength and tore off toward the Ysali. He had no idea what he'd do once he got there. Pierce its scale with his teeth or maybe rend through softer flesh with his claws. He could dispatch of it. It was just a dragon, after all.

But he didn't get the chance. Before he could find a suitable point of attack, a blast of wind- more powerful than could be natural- gusted down from the top of the crags. It rained down upon all of them, making even the large dragons cow beneath the force of it. Dys was as good as plastered to the face of the earth, trapped under the hurricane-like gale under the thundering of something heavy landed ahead of him.

The wind stilled and Dys peeked up to see a large silver body smashing his target Ysali to the earth. The beast howled in agony, then faltered into dust beneath its larger cousin. With a mighty flap of its wings, the Ayrala sent another resounding gust that circled out around it and shoved the other dragons back, sending some of them smashing into the cliff side and others tumbling through the grass. The vine that held Dysarrin's two-legger was promptly snapped, and with a sharp yelp, she crashed down to land atop him. 'Away... beasts,' the new dragon hissed, flapping its wings and baring its fangs. Grasses rustled and stones scattered as the Ysali scuttled out of the way of the Ayrala now looming over them. 'My prey... now.'

Dysarrin shoved the pureblood off of him, heedless of her mewls and the bruising she'd caused him from the unexpected fall. Just one dragon now. One dragon with the audacity to call him 'prey.' Stupid beast. Dys snarled and righted himself. Growling, he threw himself forward, fangs and claws flashing and wings beating and arms flailing.

The Ayrala lowered its head, dipping to eye level. Its jowls puffed out, and then it blew a gust from its maw powerful enough to send Dys sprawling backwards with a shocked hiss. The rumble that echoed against his mind was probably a chuckle. 'Tiny two-leggers... no match... let's play.'

It tossed them both around like they weighed nothing. Sometimes with magic and sometimes with a powerful swat of its claws or tail. Anytime it came close enough, Dys swiped out with claws of his own, but against the Ayrala's scales, it did nothing. Anything he or the dragon did only served to create more dark bruises dotting along his flesh, scrapes over his skin, and exhaustion creeping into his bones.

What was worse was that the creature knew what it was doing to them. Dys heard it laughing, heard the high-pitched glee in its taunts every time it threw them through the air. He also knew that if they gave up trying to resist it, they were dead. he hadn't thought it was possi- It wasn't possible. No matter how much his body ached and how hard it was becoming to breathe and move, he was still better than a stupid dragon.

He was throws against a tree, and an instant later, the girl landed limply at his side. He spared a moment to watch her. She was so much smaller and weaker than him. If he was bruised and bleeding, she had to be utterly broken. Probably already dead, if he was being honest with himself.

But her fingers twitched. She shifted. Her head tilted back just an inch, and she looked at him. Messy thing, with blood dripping from her nose and lips and landing as dark stains in her golden hair. Her fingers reached out, and she touched him- a light touch, a slight caress against his arm. The burning ebbed, fading to a warmth that spread beneath his skin and wrapped around him.

"Momma... said..."

His eyes widened. Magic. Light magic- the staple of her useless, pureblooded people.

And for some reason... She'd used it on him, instead of herself. She clearly needed it. Maybe she could've escaped if she'd healed herself sooner. But she didn't. She'd used it on him. And thsi dragon was going to keep tossing them around until they were dead and it could freely devour them at its leisure. Such a waste.

And Dysarrin hated when things went to waste.

With a groan, he shifted toward her, taking a skinny arm up in his own and dragging her closer as he pushed himself onto his feet. The Orderite girl remained limp in his hold, emitting little more than pitiful whimpers as he collected her across his back, looping her arms over his shoulder to hold her. She'd seemed a lot lighter before.

The wind picked up again with the sound of the dragon's beating wings. Rather than push them away, it dragged them in. Dys dropped to the ground, fingers scrabbling for any type of steady purchase as the dragon hummed, 'Stay... children... Last game...'

It was going to kill them.

His claws dug into the ground, finding a knobby entanglement of tree roots to be the steadiest hold. He cast a glance back. The girl's spinning hair blocked most of his vision, but he caught sight of the dragon's gaping mouth amidst dirt and debris flying toward it. Letting go would mean being caught and swallowed. No other option. The wind grew, dragging back on them despite how Dys pressed himself against the dirt, desperately clinging to the girl strapped across his back with one arm and latching his fingers to the roots with the other.

A frustrated howl echoed from his throat. He couldn't die like this. There had to be something, anything he could do. Leaves, grasses, dirt, rocks, whole branches ripped from the scraggly trees. Even the roots under his fingers started to tear. he turned his gaze forward again, green eyes scouring for some type of escape from this onslaught.

And there, scooting across the ground, too flat to be lifted without help, a stone. Dysarrin stared at it. Sharp and flat... close enough that he could probably grab it before tunneling backwards into the wind. But he'd only have the one chance, and it still required both him and the girl to come within eating distance of the dragon.

The roots beneath him ripped, and he didn't have time to consider. he lurched an inch forward, snapping up the flat pointed stone before the wind hauled them backwards, scooped them from the ground and sent them careening towards the dragon's maw.

Dysarrin twisted in the air, still clinging to the girl with one arm as he readied the stone in the other. If the dragon knew what was happening, it did nothing to stop him. he drove his arm into its mouth. Teeth sank into his shoulder and collar, threatening to tear his arm even as he swiped the pointed end across the back of the dragon's throat, burying it into softer flesh and ripping his arm in any direction. Up down, this way and that.

With a shriek, the wind stopped. the dragon tossed his head, and Dys found himself and the girl thrown into the dirt, covered in blood- his and the beast's.

It howled, tossed its head, snarled, spat ooze onto the ground as it staggered to find them. Dys wasn't entirely sure what he'd cut in the beast, but it wavered nonetheless, stumbling until it fell into a heap on the ground, mouth agape and bloody. Before it had fully landed, it dissolved, like sand skating along on the wind. Left in its wake... an orb.

And two children still sprawled across the ground.

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