Battle not with monsters lest you become one

[Ciannait]

Swoosh! Clank! Sizzle! The dragon's claws moved through the air, coming down on her. Quickly moving her claymore up as a defence she took the impact at her knees. Sparks flew from the grinding metal and talons as they were drawn apart in rapid motion. Keeping her claymore poised defensively, she spun and used her dirk to attack slicing under the beasts arm as it raised its weapon to gain the offence again. The dragons blood tainted the sword as Ciannait drew it back toward her body. Stagering back, touching its side the dragon seemed astounded. After escaping the shock, the creature in front her her snarled and charged at her and strinking full force. Ciannait tried to move from its path in time and almost made it but her thigh was caught. Even with the burning as the blood rushed from the opening above her knee she spun again and thrust her claymore into her oponients side with all the might she could muster, seperating the scales just as the beasts tail came around in a swiping motion and took her feet out from under her. Falling to the ground she tucked and rolled into a position under the dragon, using her dirk to slice at the tendon connecting its leg and foot. With a gasp the monster turned, striking again with the razor sharp spurs on its hands, this time tearing the back of her shirt open and leaving deep gashes twelve inches in length. Colapsing to the ground breifly as to begin breathing again.

Springing up into a defensive position, blood oozing down her back and soaking her jeans, Ciannait attacked this time. Both mentially and physically. Reaching into the creature minds and forcing it to be still, she moved quickly to strike. In a fluid movement she jumped, flying forward and upward, crossed her claymore and dirk by the dragons neck and drew them out. Slicing into the skin as both blades move. Landing on the ground ackwardly, she rolled to the side where there was a few thorn bushes and a crumbling CMU wall. Releasing the dragon's mind it grabed at its neck and stumbled forward, away from Ciannait. In that moment she was able pause and recollect her sences. Her body stiffened for another attack as she senced something was close by. Perhaps a shifter... no the smell wasn't right. It was human, but not quite. There was something peculier about it. The dragon at this point had regained its focus and was in the process of attacking her while she was pinned against the low disassembling wall. With mere feet between her and her oponient, the human jumped out and seperated them.

In a low, pained breath she tried to scream "YOU IDIOT!" as the man lunged for the dragon, but could not expell enoght breath to obtain a volume audible to the members of the battle. Taking as deep a breath possible she pushed up with one arm and her good leg and began to charge the monster, its back now to her. Just as she neared with in striking distance, the beast turned and struck her hard, sending her flying backwards. Unable to breath she landed half on the wall with a thud. She had felt ribs break on impact as the wall gave way under the force. Finding it impossible to breath with her body construd across the cement in a position a contorsionist would find astounding, she moved just enough to see the human strike the dragon. Taking her first inhalation in what seemed like forever, she prepared to join the battle once more.

[wanderer]

Seeing the woman thrown back, he, this special man known as Hollow, took out his rifle and began shooting at the beast, aiming for it's eyes from a distance behind some rocks. Course, it wouldn't do much but if he blinded it then there he would gain some ground on the creature. Naturally, he would have to take this carefully, but as he sat there for a second, he realized something, he realized just how foolish a thing this was. "Perhaps it will listen to reason..." he said, getting up as he walked over to the creature, throwing his weapon down as he began to speak, "Dragon, stop this foolishness! If you're truly a dragon then you could at least hold the composure of one. Go, leave us be, we're nothing for you to be concerned with," he looked at the Dragon and it looked back at him, staring in interest at him. He was strange and the Dragon knew that, amused with how he'd come into the midst of the fight only to surrender quickly there after for more peaceful agreements. As nice as it was, the Dragon couldn't handle this and simply brushed the human with it's hand, causing him to be thrown hard against the wall, sliding slowly down until his bum his the ground. However, the human was determined, getting up again, as much as it hurt him, he took out his sword and used it for support through the pain, walking back over to the Dragon. The Dragon was amused with the weak human's pitiful attempts at peace, he knowing he could very well crush the human beneath a talon.

However, not wishing the entertainment to run dry as he waited for his true opponent to get back up, he continued to lightly flick the human, causing him the pain of what a regular person might recieve if fighting with a few men with sticks. He yelled out in pain with each relentless strike from the dragon's talon. After he'd spit up a bit of blood, the Dragon stopped, thinking that would teach him a lesson. Yet no, the human, battered past the point stood up and looked at him, silently there as he used, this time, his rifle to maintain his ground. The Dragon, both amazed and thoroughly annoyed, let off an inner growl of discontent at the bleeding, battered, and extremely weakened human who dared to stand up to him, even if it were merely to ask for peace. No, the creature would not stand for it any longer, lifting him up and throwing him hard against the wall. Luckily, he didn't break too much, but he was fairly beaten to quite an extent that he probably was going to die if he didn't get some form of medical attention soon. He had a good few hours to live, but that was it. Otherwise he was screwed.

[Ciannait]

Ciannait started as she watched the human through down his weapon and try to reason with the creature. Does he have a death wish or is he just stupid? He is going to get himself killed. Shocked motionless, she just observed the dragon bat the male around like a kitten does with a catnip mouse toy. Swatting him one way and then the other. Just as she was wondering why the dragon did just kill him already, she herd the sicking thunk as the battered and bloody human made contact with a wall. Not taking time to think about it, Ciannait dove back in with her dirk and sword in hand. It was more imperative now that she destroy this dragon, before it could end the, now defenseless, human’s life. Slicing though nothing but air for what seemed like ages before finally making contact with the strong scales on the dragons back. She new there was no way she would penetrate the blueish green scaled armor coving the majority of the creature. However, there was a chance if she could finish of the oozing slice in the soft skin of the throat. Ciannait clung to the dragons back as it shook with all its might trying to dislodge her.

At some point her grip loosened and she flew off its back landing in a roll on the ground. Already bruising, the impact as her body met earth hurt all the more. There was no time to recuperate as the dragon spun, raising its tail only to swoop it downward anticipating to make a contact at her knees and launch her once more into the air. Only this time, the tail made contact with Ciannait’s claymore in an alber. As that strike was blocked, Ciannait spun away from the tail and toward the beast’s front. Dirk flying through the air, cutting the wind, with the claymore following in a moulinet, she was able to slice though the softer skin where its arm met its torso. The dragon crooned in agony at the deep cut, momentarily becoming unguarded just long enough for Ciannait to charge at the creature. Thrusting her body up with an arm extended around her side, using the momentum of the moving sword to slice deep into the dragons neck, separating vertebrae. Silence fell as the nearly dis-attached head lolled back and forth as the single scaled that connected the pieces gave way and allowed the head, eyes still open in shock and horror, to fall to the ground a split second before the body collapsed in a large heep.

Adrenaline ceasing to be pumped into Ciannaits body, all the injuries accumulated hit her fast and hard. Her body gave out and she too fell to the ground, her own weight to much for her to bare at the moment, let alone her dirk and claymore. Closing her eyes she waited, waiting for some form of peace to come over her. It was not until she heard a low moan that she remembered the death wish human dying in a bloody mess across the yard from her. With her third wind for the night, Ciannait force herself to get up, secure her weapons, and make her way across the beasts lifeless body to the male. Crouching to inspect his vast injuries, she could barely make out the words he spoke through the gargle of blood slowly filling his mouth. Unable to make out anything, she carefully aided him in sitting up. The human began to cough, spitting out the blood, and once more made an attempt at speaking.

[wanderer]

As he watched the fight within a blur, he chuckled, saying to himself, “a Vampire, of course…seems my vibes failed me this time,” as he coughed up more blood and continued to watch her fight the dragon. Finally, with the creature’s fall, his weight was lightened a little as he watched her come over to him once the creature was defeated at kneel next to him, she assessing his damaged body and listening to him try to speak. However, nothing came out at first, the next time being far more successful as he strained himself to talk, saying, “Keira…take me to Keira…please…or go get her…” before he groaned and fell back a bit in pain. It was hard for him, this pain, for he knew that there was nothing he could do to fix himself up besides be changed and he didn’t quite think that this Vampire would at all be interested in turning him and he was sure that if she did, Keira would no doubt try to kill her. As Keira said, He was hers and no one elses and she probably was meaning to go so far as to say that even changing him was probably a no-no for other Vampires, no matter the circumstances. So, all he could think to do was say who to have him taken to or who to bring to him and so he did just that.

He tried to move, yet he found it extremely hard as he lifted himself up on his weak and fragile arms until he slid a little higher up, sitting at a better angle for himself as he tried to speak once more, yet nothing came out, he found that it was far too hard for him to speak so he decided he would keep himself in so that he wouldn’t waste his energy so he could wait for Keira, hoping she wouldn’t be too mad at him for this. After all, he was only Human, what else would he have done, just sat there watching the dragon try to kill the girl? No, it was too much for him, especially since he was so high in morals that he felt it was wrong for things like that to happen, so much to the point that he would throw himself out into the situation, much like what had just happened only moments ago. So, sitting there, looking at her, he recollected himself and his accounts, preparing himself and his story for Keira once she’d come here. Yet, as fate would have it, he found himself stuck in another one of his blackouts, watching something far different from anything he’d ever seen before, watching events of the current unfold before him, things like his time with Keira, moments that even just happened right now, and even times when he was off in the human colony he’d once been a part of no further back than a year ago, to his recollection at least. He found the memories a comforting thing yet he also found them to be very dangerous since they could only mean that if he didn’t get help soon, he was going to die.

[Ciannait]

Ciannait listened as the human was finally able to get out his words. Through struggled breaths, he was asking to be taken to Keira. Taken a-back, Ciannait stood up cautiously as the male fell backwards. Shit, was all Ciannait could think as the realization dawned on her that this is Keira’s human. There was no way she could let this guy die. The human was obviously on deaths door, the injuries he had sustained were not something a pure human could come back from with just some bandaids, a bit of neosporian, and some TLC. NO, if he were to survive, he would have to be changed. And not even for her greatest wish granted would she go behind her friend’s back and do such a thing. Loyalty means a lot to Ciannait, both the giving and receving of.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Ciannait looked down to find the human trying to move himself. Quick as she could Ciannait gathered up her weapons, sheathing them in their respective places, and trecked back over to the male. With in the few moments she was gone, the male had gone still and limp. Fearful he was dead, she checked his pulse. Searching a few moments Ciannait finally found a faint beat. Knowing there was no time to reach Keira and return, she hoisted the human over a shoulder and began to run with what staining energy she had left, taking the most direct route to Gilles mansion, to the wing in which Keira resided. Without a second thought on leaving the dragons lifeless body on display behind, she began hurdling fallen trees and rounding patches of thicket, rushing as fast as she could with her load. After about 15 minutes at the fastest pace she could mannage, the mansions ground finally came into view. It would only be a matter of moments now and with any luck, Keira would be changing her human.