Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Harmonylight]

While I was at work I totally thought about the arena idea... what if they put Sunspot and Eclipse in the ring? Sun vs. Moon? I mean, it would give them both a chance to maybe get annoyed with each other, and fight a little, and then after they get a little emotional and rant and argue or something and they decide it's better for them to try and work together? I feel like it would help the two of them to finally decide to get past their differences and get along a little better, since they are like always arguing

OOOOHH SMARRRRRT luv it

 

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OOOOHH SMARRRRRT luv it

I think we are mostly waiting on Neoma part in the fight rn, if she's gonna end up in the SD like the others.

 

[Yukiko]

As nightwings surrounded him, Helios looked around, the group of dragons he’d only just met wasn’t going to hold up much longer against the Nightwings. At least the leader was dead, killed by the Lunarwing Eclipse. To one side Sunspot was pinned, to the other Neoma lay there in a daze and Eclipse was too injured to continue fighting. Helios knew this was his chance to run away, escape while they dealt with the others. But what kind of king abandons his fellow dragons? Should he stay and let them take him? Or run for it and come back with a rescue team? His fire was running out and his scales were slowly fading to a cool, deep crimson red. Suddenly a realization hit him full force, his eyes skimmed over the dead nightwing leader and there they were. The keys to the Scorpion Den, around his neck, glinting brightly in the firelight of the sandy battlefield. They were almost close enough to grasp, swinging back and forth just out of reach as if to taunt him. As quickly as possible, Helios spun around and released the last of his built up fire, the nightwings around him roared in agony and blocked their faces with their wings to avoid their eyes burning up. As they did Helios reached over and took the keys in his mouth, snapping the string holding them with his teeth. He tucked them under his tongue and closed his jaws just as the nightwings realized the flame was gone and leapt on top of him. A sharp pain in his shoulder was all he could feel before his world went black. His eyes were open but nothing was visible, blinking didn’t help and all of the sudden his head felt as if it was splitting in two, before he passed out.

Alyssia ducked, the nightwings coming closer to her and the silver dragon behind her. She heard screeching from all around her as dragons were falling victim to each other's claws and teeth. She saw the smaller orange dragon get pinned and the larger one still holding his own. The silver dragon in the distance seemed to just be standing there. A black figure seemed to be flying away as well. Screams filled her ears and it was getting hard to handle. Why are they all fighting! she thought while remembering her pleasant island paradise away from all of this. Why can't they just get along better! She felt her emotions beginning to well up in her. She saw the dragons being swarmed. She needed to move. She stopped firing her gun and pocketed her last grenade in her motorbike's side compartment.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see a nightwing charging her. She pulled up her gun again and began to fire at it. She missed once, then twice, and then finally found her mark on one of the dragon's legs. The dragon doubled over and she was free from the terrifying gaze. She took another sweep around her and saw blood and carnage everywhere. Her breath quickened and she felt her heart speed up. I've never seen so much destruction. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The fighting and screaming.
She looked into the eyes of the dragon that she'd just shot. She hadn't gotten to see the dragons she had shot previously. She was focused on the next one after she had shot, desperately trying to survive. But, now, with the dragon close to her, she could see the pain in its eyes. I can't do this. She turned to be met with a gust of wind as the largest black dragon swooped over the silver one and dragged her into the air. Ignoring it, she jumped onto her bike and started it again. It sputtered, stalled a couple times in starting and finally hummed evenly. She seemed to be in a daze as she it the gas and sped out of the battlefield.
Behind her she heard another dragon roar and glanced back to see the large orange dragon get swarmed. She looked back at the ground in front of her, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She heard another screech and then the sound of flames launching through the air. She turned her head to see a flaming stream making its way towards her. She yanked hard on the handles of the bike. Sand flew up like a cloud in the sky and the bike slipped. She hit the sand and the bike on top of her. She slid across the sand, the tiny rocks scraping her more than she already was. The fire flew closer to her and she felt the heat of the wave. She narrowly avoided the main part of the fire, but she felt the heat burn her skin and singe her hair as she tucked her head to her chest and covered it with one of her arms.
It seemed like an eternity before the heat subsided, but when it did, she immediately reached up to the bike on top of her. Her arms screaming at her and her head spinning, she felt for the compartment and grabbed the grenade. With the bike on the bottom half of her body and on her left arm, she brought the grenade to her mouth and bit the pin. She pulled and looked at where the fire had come from, the nightwing drawing closer to her. Anger and rage were her prime emotions when she looked the dragon in the eyes and threw the grenade. The force behind her throw was barely even enough to get it to the nightwing...but not enough to get it far enough away from her to be cleared by the blast.
The deafening blast shook her whole being and rang in her ears as the blast slammed into her. She felt the bike get lifted off of her and then the blast lifting her the same way as the bike. Her vision blacked out for at least a minute as she felt sand and rocks on her already burned skin, the excruciating pain raking through her whole body. The sand made a trail from where she had been and she finally hit a sand dune, sand falling all over her and beginning to cover some of her body. She finally felt herself stop and regained her sight for a moment. She saw where she had been before and the crater in the sand. The body of a black dragon also laid there, unconscious by the look of it. Oh good, now he can't chase me. she thought as her consciousness began to slip from her. Her ears were deafened by the blast and she sat in her small world of silence as she drifted off in the darkness.

 

[Yukiko]

There's Alyssia's part. I wasn't going to have her get captured if that's alright with y'all. Maybe use her to set up the escape

 

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There's Alyssia's part. I wasn't going to have her get captured if that's alright with y'all. Maybe use her to set up the escape

That's great. Idk what would happen to her if she ended up in the SD anyway. Would you want her to maybe cross paths with my Icewing on his way to the SD before dawn?

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

HAYYYEEYY. 2,000 words. This is epic and I loved writing it, and I vote you read it, but it's understandable if you don't. :l Fight scenes are the beeesstesstt

Spoiler: ENTA AT CHO OWN RISSSK.

Roe hurried along the empty streets, trying to stay beneath tents and overhangs to avoid the rain. She carried a box under her coat as best she could, trying in vain to keep it dry. She lurked under an empty tent, preparing to make a dash across a building gap, due to an alleyway.
Roe took a quick step, trotting towards the dry ground ahead.
Startled, she sidestepped, not expecting to see anyone  in the alleyway.
She sidestepped again, recognizing the blurry figures as they approached her. She turned her head to hide a grin as rough hands closed around her mouth, pulling her back into the alleyway.
She stumbled, pushing away from the voices and retreating farther back, her boots clicking against the cobbled ground.
"So good to see you again!" Walton lied coolly, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming manner, his two cronies standing loyally on either side of the big man.
Roe said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together as she clutched the box in her arms like her life depended on it.
"I wanted to talk to you bout sum'in." Walton explained, striding towards Roe. "Wanted to talk to you bout the deal we had. And why you broke it."

The Scorpion Den was huge, population pushing six million. But on days like these, when a seemingly endless rain poured down on the city, it was easy to make your way through the typically crowded streets.
It didn't rain often, in fact, they usually got a good rain such as this three times a year, though the last two years the Scorpion Den had gotten much more rain than normal, the rock hard ground hadn't absorbed the water well and minor flooding issues had plagued the city for weeks. Whatever the reason for the extra rain, Tobias appreciated it.
He drove down the damp streets in an old Ford Mustang convertible, receiving many strange glances from the few merchants loyally standing behind their wares, or lurking in a shop window, as rain streaked the car's interior. The car was shot anyways- the frame had rusted out to an extreme level. He wouldn't be able to drive it much longer.
Might as well drive it in the rain.
"Hayy, Tobe, I'go that salve!" A familiar voice called from above.
Tobias looked up slowly, smiling when the shopkeeper met his gaze, leaning over the small balcony. "Giv'm a minute, be'ruh down."

Roe fingered the long, double edged dagger on her belt- she really preferred not to use it, especially on these idiots, the dagger was nice quality, lovely designs etched across the blade.
"I've waited, Gongll. I've waited a long time." Walton sneered.
She owed him money. A lot of money. Money that she did not, and might never, have.
"I'm workin on it."
"I'M wORking oN it!" Walton mocked. "Now where have I heard that? Oh yes! Every week, for the past two. years."
Oh, gosh. Had it really been that long?
"I do not know what you want me to do." Roe spat. "I do not have it, and I have not been frivolously spending money. I've been saving-"
"Oi, seem to remember a time last week where you purchased this lovely dragonet," Walton raised his hands in exasperation.
"That.. is different-"
"You owe me a lot, Gongll. I think it's time we make our demands clear."
The men on either side of Walton rushed her.
Roe dropped the box and retreated, playing her part well. As she reached the back of the alleyway, Roe stopped, letting the men advance closer as she whipped out her dagger, dodging a fist and running the dagger into one of Walton's cornies, as close to the heart as possible. The man jerked back, clutching his shoulder, where the dagger protruded.
"Oi, you are so regretting that." Walton hissed.
A fist came down on her shoulder, and Roe swore, spinning around quickly and dodging wild punches. She trotted deeper into the alley, still facing the man, tripping over a trash can lid, then leaping back and kicking it, sending it clanging across the cobbled ground and into the man's shin.
"Pathetic." Walton sneered from where he crouched beside his wounded friend. "I expected more from you, I really did."
Roe continued to step back, dodging a well aimed punch a bit too slowly. The man caught her cheek, and Roe winced, ducking under his wild throws, and snatching the end of a stick from behind a rotting trash bag.
The stick was much shorter than she expected. Roe made a few careless, mock thrusts towards the man, then let him tear it out of her grip, throwing it loudly against the ground.
"I'd stop." Walton advised, laughing as he stood. "It'll be easier for all of us if you stop."
Roe stopped.
The man caught her shoulder in a tight fist, his free hand landing below her diaphragm. Roe doubled over, stumbling into the man, who repositioned his hold on her shoulder, spinning her to face Walton- Walton's smile vanished as she grinned slyly, cocking the handgun with a loud click.

"Nah, nah, this is great, Farwick," Tobias assured the man, lugging the five gallon bucket into the backseat of the convertible.
"Aye, well lat mi know if yah need some'n else."
Tobias tipped his hat to the shopkeep, leaping nimbly onto the car door.
"Now, Tobe, don't see whay yur wastin that good car loike that."
Tobias laughed, jumping into the passenger seat.
"Ta each thar own, I s'pose, but, August, now, lots folks would put that car t'use. And here yar, drivin it round in the-"
Tobias held his hands up innocently, "Dude, frame's rusted out." He grinned, "It's a joke. Quit taking life so seriously, man,"
The old man laughed, looking confused. "Aye, aye. Whal then, Tobe, have a goot day. See yah at the rally t'night?"
"You know it."

"It has been fun. But I have this thing called 'a life.'" Roe motioned to the wall with the gun, tossing a wad of soaking hair away from her face. Walton obliged quickly, scowling.
"You touch me, I will kill him." She notified the man behind her. His hold loosened on her shoulders, then dropped completely.
"I'll bring authorities into this." Walton warned.
"Ah, mmhm, and you have not already tried? Lies. I must go now. See you later, pal." Roe knelt to retrieve her package from where it lay stained against the muddy ground, still pointing the gun at Walton.
She heard the man's quick steps as he approached, but had little to no time before a boot connected with the back of her head.
The gun went off.
For a moment Roe strained to make sense of what was going on around her, her vision dimed considerably.
Her fist still closed around the gun, but she could feel sharp nails loosening her grip. Roe stood abruptly, the man's chin catching the back of her head as she threw herself back, sandwiching the man in between her and the wall.
An arm snaked its way around her neck, pulling tightly as she strained to loosen his hold on the gun. She could see Walton slowly advancing towards her.
Roe kicked her boot back against the man, still locked in a choke hold. He just tightened his grip, grunting as he wound up and crushed her hand against the wall, forcing her to drop the gun.
Roe straightened, feeling a dull pain tingle through her fingers- knowing it would only get worse as time went on.
"Good fight." Walton clapped. "A losing game, as always, but entertainment. You are clever, Gongll."
Roe gagged, her hands instinctively reaching for the man's arm as it tightened around her throat.
"Ah-ah-ah," Walton warned, kicking her small hand gun further away, and cocking one of his own. "We could have led with this, you know. Decided a good fist fight might be more effective." He swatted her hands back from the man's arm.
Panic began to rise as air flow was completely cut off. Roe stiffened, trying not to move as her chest heaved, hopelessly half gasping.
"Pathetic." Walton growled, raising his fist with a look of disgust.

"Ooh, ooh. This one's fire." Tobias announced to no one in particular as he sat up quickly, cranking the sound knob on the old radio.
There was a clap of thunder, and the rain suddenly worsened, coming down in endless torrents.
He drove through the soaked streets slowly, waving to any merchants he passed as they stared.
He passed stand after stand, building after building, faithfully seeking out anyone he could acknowledge, until he came to an alleyway where curious shadows moved quickly in the corner.
"Allo?" He called, sitting up and turning the radio down.
They must not have heard him over the rain.
Taking his time, Tobias kicked open the car door, squinting through the thick downpour. He could hear shouting ahead, and his pace quickened, walking gingerly to the side of the building where he peeked out to survey the situation.
Big, burly figures.. fighting each other? No- pounding someone? Was that a third figure? Again and again a raised fist met the silent recipient. Strange.
Tobias strode into the alleyway, shoving his hands carelessly into his coat pockets.
"Gentlemen." He called over the rain. The large man spun around quickly.
"Walton?" Tobias asked, his eyes drifting to the shaking, slumped figure.
Walton shook his head and Tobias advanced, "Not here, Tobe. Not chur place, Tobe." He warned.
Tobias swallowed hard, trying to recognize the beaten figure. "What'd they do?"
"Not chur place, TOBE." Walton hissed, glaring as he stormed towards Tobias.
Tobias didn't move, cocking an eyebrow sarcastically as Walton tried to push him back.
"Who is that?" Tobias asked quietly, jutting his chin out towards the motionless figure, who was being propped up by a monster of a man. The figure didn't move as they were dragged deeper into the alleyway.
"Noneyuh, Tobias! Noneyuh!" Walton shouted, spitting in his face.
Tobias rolled his eyes, spitting back. "Out of my way, Walt."
"Told juh, ain't none your businehh-"
There was a sudden shout from behind him and Walt wheeled around as two loud gunshots echoed through the alley.
Instinctively, Tobias ducked for cover, pulling his trenchcoat tighter against himself and hiding the lower half of his face behind the cowl.
Walton collapsed.

Roe panted, wincing as she leaned against the wall, gasping, and gasping, and gasping. The figure beside her stirred and she fired the gun again, without hesitation.
She groaned, blinking the rain from her eyes as she leaned her head back against the wall, feeling her entire body shake.
Someone would come.
Someone would find her with a gun and two dead men.
Roe groaned again, clinging to the slick wall as she stood, her shirt and jeans now streaked with mud and soaked with water.
She blinked, wondering if she was imagining the bright yellow car stopped directly in front of the alley.
Roe waited another minute, listening to thundering rain smack against the cobbled stone.
"Hello?" Someone called.
She froze, cocking the gun again, and sliding down the wall slowly, hoping she hadn't been seen.

"It's Tobias!" He shouted over the rain, "I'm- uh, Tobias." It was a well known name. The hunched figure *should* recognize it, he hoped, and know that he wasn't with Walton's gang.
"Tobe." A female voice called back.
Tobias stood suddenly, hesitating as he put a face to the voice.
He sprinted toward the figure, sliding on the mud as he kneeled beside her.
"Chill, out." Roe exhaled, her breath laced with laughter.
"Did he just-" Tobias looked to Walton's motionless body, "he just beat you up? What the.." he stood, clenching his jaw, still staring at Walton's body.
"Yeah I… owed him money." Roe clarified, stumbling to her feet uneasily. "But now he is dead. Yay."
Her thick Spanish accent and the rain made it hard to understand Roe's slurred words, but Tobias shook his head as he reached for her arm.
Roe shied away. "I am fine, I am fine."
"Yeah, of course, sorry, you look just great."
"Tobias.." she laughed gently.
"That's my car." He pointing to the convertible. "Back to The Den?"
Roe seemed confused for a moment, then shook her head. "Ay, back to The Den."

 

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HAYYYEEYY. 2,000 words. This is epic and I loved writing it, and I vote you read it, but it's understandable if you don't. :l Fight scenes are the beeesstesstt

Spoiler: ENTA AT CHO OWN RISSSK.

Roe hurried along the empty streets, trying to stay beneath tents and overhangs to avoid the rain. She carried a box under her coat as best she could, trying in vain to keep it dry. She lurked under an empty tent, preparing to make a dash across a building gap, due to an alleyway.
Roe took a quick step, trotting towards the dry ground ahead.
Startled, she sidestepped, not expecting to see anyone  in the alleyway.
She sidestepped again, recognizing the blurry figures as they approached her. She turned her head to hide a grin as rough hands closed around her mouth, pulling her back into the alleyway.
She stumbled, pushing away from the voices and retreating farther back, her boots clicking against the cobbled ground.
"So good to see you again!" Walton lied coolly, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming manner, his two cronies standing loyally on either side of the big man.
Roe said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together as she clutched the box in her arms like her life depended on it.
"I wanted to talk to you bout sum'in." Walton explained, striding towards Roe. "Wanted to talk to you bout the deal we had. And why you broke it."

The Scorpion Den was huge, population pushing six million. But on days like these, when a seemingly endless rain poured down on the city, it was easy to make your way through the typically crowded streets.
It didn't rain often, in fact, they usually got a good rain such as this three times a year, though the last two years the Scorpion Den had gotten much more rain than normal, the rock hard ground hadn't absorbed the water well and minor flooding issues had plagued the city for weeks. Whatever the reason for the extra rain, Tobias appreciated it.
He drove down the damp streets in an old Ford Mustang convertible, receiving many strange glances from the few merchants loyally standing behind their wares, or lurking in a shop window, as rain streaked the car's interior. The car was shot anyways- the frame had rusted out to an extreme level. He wouldn't be able to drive it much longer.
Might as well drive it in the rain.
"Hayy, Tobe, I'go that salve!" A familiar voice called from above.
Tobias looked up slowly, smiling when the shopkeeper met his gaze, leaning over the small balcony. "Giv'm a minute, be'ruh down."

Roe fingered the long, double edged dagger on her belt- she really preferred not to use it, especially on these idiots, the dagger was nice quality, lovely designs etched across the blade.
"I've waited, Gongll. I've waited a long time." Walton sneered.
She owed him money. A lot of money. Money that she did not, and might never, have.
"I'm workin on it."
"I'M wORking oN it!" Walton mocked. "Now where have I heard that? Oh yes! Every week, for the past two. years."
Oh, gosh. Had it really been that long?
"I do not know what you want me to do." Roe spat. "I do not have it, and I have not been frivolously spending money. I've been saving-"
"Oi, seem to remember a time last week where you purchased this lovely dragonet," Walton raised his hands in exasperation.
"That.. is different-"
"You owe me a lot, Gongll. I think it's time we make our demands clear."
The men on either side of Walton rushed her.
Roe dropped the box and retreated, playing her part well. As she reached the back of the alleyway, Roe stopped, letting the men advance closer as she whipped out her dagger, dodging a fist and running the dagger into one of Walton's cornies, as close to the heart as possible. The man jerked back, clutching his shoulder, where the dagger protruded.
"Oi, you are so regretting that." Walton hissed.
A fist came down on her shoulder, and Roe swore, spinning around quickly and dodging wild punches. She trotted deeper into the alley, still facing the man, tripping over a trash can lid, then leaping back and kicking it, sending it clanging across the cobbled ground and into the man's shin.
"Pathetic." Walton sneered from where he crouched beside his wounded friend. "I expected more from you, I really did."
Roe continued to step back, dodging a well aimed punch a bit too slowly. The man caught her cheek, and Roe winced, ducking under his wild throws, and snatching the end of a stick from behind a rotting trash bag.
The stick was much shorter than she expected. Roe made a few careless, mock thrusts towards the man, then let him tear it out of her grip, throwing it loudly against the ground.
"I'd stop." Walton advised, laughing as he stood. "It'll be easier for all of us if you stop."
Roe stopped.
The man caught her shoulder in a tight fist, his free hand landing below her diaphragm. Roe doubled over, stumbling into the man, who repositioned his hold on her shoulder, spinning her to face Walton- Walton's smile vanished as she grinned slyly, cocking the handgun with a loud click.

"Nah, nah, this is great, Farwick," Tobias assured the man, lugging the five gallon bucket into the backseat of the convertible.
"Aye, well lat mi know if yah need some'n else."
Tobias tipped his hat to the shopkeep, leaping nimbly onto the car door.
"Now, Tobe, don't see whay yur wastin that good car loike that."
Tobias laughed, jumping into the passenger seat.
"Ta each thar own, I s'pose, but, August, now, lots folks would put that car t'use. And here yar, drivin it round in the-"
Tobias held his hands up innocently, "Dude, frame's rusted out." He grinned, "It's a joke. Quit taking life so seriously, man,"
The old man laughed, looking confused. "Aye, aye. Whal then, Tobe, have a goot day. See yah at the rally t'night?"
"You know it."

"It has been fun. But I have this thing called 'a life.'" Roe motioned to the wall with the gun, tossing a wad of soaking hair away from her face. Walton obliged quickly, scowling.
"You touch me, I will kill him." She notified the man behind her. His hold loosened on her shoulders, then dropped completely.
"I'll bring authorities into this." Walton warned.
"Ah, mmhm, and you have not already tried? Lies. I must go now. See you later, pal." Roe knelt to retrieve her package from where it lay stained against the muddy ground, still pointing the gun at Walton.
She heard the man's quick steps as he approached, but had little to no time before a boot connected with the back of her head.
The gun went off.
For a moment Roe strained to make sense of what was going on around her, her vision dimed considerably.
Her fist still closed around the gun, but she could feel sharp nails loosening her grip. Roe stood abruptly, the man's chin catching the back of her head as she threw herself back, sandwiching the man in between her and the wall.
An arm snaked its way around her neck, pulling tightly as she strained to loosen his hold on the gun. She could see Walton slowly advancing towards her.
Roe kicked her boot back against the man, still locked in a choke hold. He just tightened his grip, grunting as he wound up and crushed her hand against the wall, forcing her to drop the gun.
Roe straightened, feeling a dull pain tingle through her fingers- knowing it would only get worse as time went on.
"Good fight." Walton clapped. "A losing game, as always, but entertainment. You are clever, Gongll."
Roe gagged, her hands instinctively reaching for the man's arm as it tightened around her throat.
"Ah-ah-ah," Walton warned, kicking her small hand gun further away, and cocking one of his own. "We could have led with this, you know. Decided a good fist fight might be more effective." He swatted her hands back from the man's arm.
Panic began to rise as air flow was completely cut off. Roe stiffened, trying not to move as her chest heaved, hopelessly half gasping.
"Pathetic." Walton growled, raising his fist with a look of disgust.

"Ooh, ooh. This one's fire." Tobias announced to no one in particular as he sat up quickly, cranking the sound knob on the old radio.
There was a clap of thunder, and the rain suddenly worsened, coming down in endless torrents.
He drove through the soaked streets slowly, waving to any merchants he passed as they stared.
He passed stand after stand, building after building, faithfully seeking out anyone he could acknowledge, until he came to an alleyway where curious shadows moved quickly in the corner.
"Allo?" He called, sitting up and turning the radio down.
They must not have heard him over the rain.
Taking his time, Tobias kicked open the car door, squinting through the thick downpour. He could hear shouting ahead, and his pace quickened, walking gingerly to the side of the building where he peeked out to survey the situation.
Big, burly figures.. fighting each other? No- pounding someone? Was that a third figure? Again and again a raised fist met the silent recipient. Strange.
Tobias strode into the alleyway, shoving his hands carelessly into his coat pockets.
"Gentlemen." He called over the rain. The large man spun around quickly.
"Walton?" Tobias asked, his eyes drifting to the shaking, slumped figure.
Walton shook his head and Tobias advanced, "Not here, Tobe. Not chur place, Tobe." He warned.
Tobias swallowed hard, trying to recognize the beaten figure. "What'd they do?"
"Not chur place, TOBE." Walton hissed, glaring as he stormed towards Tobias.
Tobias didn't move, cocking an eyebrow sarcastically as Walton tried to push him back.
"Who is that?" Tobias asked quietly, jutting his chin out towards the motionless figure, who was being propped up by a monster of a man. The figure didn't move as they were dragged deeper into the alleyway.
"Noneyuh, Tobias! Noneyuh!" Walton shouted, spitting in his face.
Tobias rolled his eyes, spitting back. "Out of my way, Walt."
"Told juh, ain't none your businehh-"
There was a sudden shout from behind him and Walt wheeled around as two loud gunshots echoed through the alley.
Instinctively, Tobias ducked for cover, pulling his trenchcoat tighter against himself and hiding the lower half of his face behind the cowl.
Walton collapsed.

Roe panted, wincing as she leaned against the wall, gasping, and gasping, and gasping. The figure beside her stirred and she fired the gun again, without hesitation.
She groaned, blinking the rain from her eyes as she leaned her head back against the wall, feeling her entire body shake.
Someone would come.
Someone would find her with a gun and two dead men.
Roe groaned again, clinging to the slick wall as she stood, her shirt and jeans now streaked with mud and soaked with water.
She blinked, wondering if she was imagining the bright yellow car stopped directly in front of the alley.
Roe waited another minute, listening to thundering rain smack against the cobbled stone.
"Hello?" Someone called.
She froze, cocking the gun again, and sliding down the wall slowly, hoping she hadn't been seen.

"It's Tobias!" He shouted over the rain, "I'm- uh, Tobias." It was a well known name. The hunched figure *should* recognize it, he hoped, and know that he wasn't with Walton's gang.
"Tobe." A female voice called back.
Tobias stood suddenly, hesitating as he put a face to the voice.
He sprinted toward the figure, sliding on the mud as he kneeled beside her.
"Chill, out." Roe exhaled, her breath laced with laughter.
"Did he just-" Tobias looked to Walton's motionless body, "he just beat you up? What the.." he stood, clenching his jaw, still staring at Walton's body.
"Yeah I… owed him money." Roe clarified, stumbling to her feet uneasily. "But now he is dead. Yay."
Her thick Spanish accent and the rain made it hard to understand Roe's slurred words, but Tobias shook his head as he reached for her arm.
Roe shied away. "I am fine, I am fine."
"Yeah, of course, sorry, you look just great."
"Tobias.." she laughed gently.
"That's my car." He pointing to the convertible. "Back to The Den?"
Roe seemed confused for a moment, then shook her head. "Ay, back to The Den."

As requested, I have read lol. It's super good.

 

[Harmonylight]

Eclipse snarled and tried to twist around to claw at the dragon lifting her into the air. She could see the battle more clearly now. Helios was still fighting well, but Sunspot was losing her ground. Eclipse couldn't see the human anymore, and further away, a lone Nightwing was flying full tilt toward the north leaving Neoma lying unmoving in the sand.
There were Nigthwings everywhere. More than there were when the battle began. Only a few were actually dead on the ground, some with warping lodged through their chests or necks. There were quite a few with injured wings who attacked from the ground, circling and lashing out at Sunspot and Helios. More than half the flock was still airborne, and several of them were still untouched. Eclipse felt her heart sink. The Nightwing above her gave a raspy laugh, and she recognized his voice immediately, trying again to twist up and claw at the leader.
"Tick tock," he sneered, tightening his grip on her wings. She felt his claws dig into her injured shoulder and she suppressed a yelp of pain. "It's only a matter of time before your friends fall. I've foreseen it--you'll all wind up in The Den eventually."
Eclipse felt a chill run down her spine. She never considered that the Nightwing she'd been hunting might have one or both of the ancient powers from their tribe. She wondered for a moment if that was why he hadn't come back for Sunspot the day before. Would Eclipse have been able to kill him if he had? Had he seen a future where she finally finished him by going back for the vulnerable Solarwing? Or was he bluffing? Was this some sort of ploy to try and discourage her? To make her give up?
She slit her eyes, giving a massive jerk despite the dizzying pain in her shoulder, and twisted around, catching onto his forearm with one of her iron-tipped claws. The next moment happened so fast. He shriek, and using the moment, Eclipse yanked one wing free and caught his shoulder with her other claw, propelling herself upward. She scrabbled at the Nightwing's burned scales as he floundered in the air, clambering over his shoulder and digging in her claws as if he were an unsteady tree. The Nightwing was nearly twice her size and it was easy to get a grip on his back as he twisted, trying to claw at her. She reached around for her dagger, rage pulsing through her veins like a fire. With a burst of adrenaline and strength, she ripped the blade from its sheath, hearing the leather tear.
"At least you won't be there with us," she snarled.
And plunged the dagger into his throat.
The Nightwing gave one last strangled roar and bucked beneath her. Eclipse felt herself catch air for a moment and then the hunter fell sideways, dropping from the sky. Eclipse pushed herself away from him, instinctively spreading her wings to slow her fall. The hole in her left wing tore further and pain shot through her right shoulder as the air snagged them. Her vision darkened, and she pulled her wings in close before subconsciously opening them as she began to fall faster. The descent to the ground was uneven and Eclipse could barely even control what her wings were doing. Opening in a panic to slow her fall, snapping back in from the pain. Finally, she slammed into the sand, tumbling and sliding over the warm grains. She opened her eyes once to look back at the battle raging around her. Darkness seeped in from the edges of her vision and she fell limp against the sand as her mind slid into unconsciousness.

As nightwings surrounded him, Helios looked around, the group of dragons he’d only just met wasn’t going to hold up much longer against the Nightwings. At least the leader was dead, killed by the Lunarwing Eclipse. To one side Sunspot was pinned, to the other Neoma lay there in a daze and Eclipse was too injured to continue fighting. Helios knew this was his chance to run away, escape while they dealt with the others. But what kind of king abandons his fellow dragons? Should he stay and let them take him? Or run for it and come back with a rescue team? His fire was running out and his scales were slowly fading to a cool, deep crimson red. Suddenly a realization hit him full force, his eyes skimmed over the dead nightwing leader and there they were. The keys to the Scorpion Den, around his neck, glinting brightly in the firelight of the sandy battlefield. They were almost close enough to grasp, swinging back and forth just out of reach as if to taunt him. As quickly as possible, Helios spun around and released the last of his built up fire, the nightwings around him roared in agony and blocked their faces with their wings to avoid their eyes burning up. As they did Helios reached over and took the keys in his mouth, snapping the string holding them with his teeth. He tucked them under his tongue and closed his jaws just as the nightwings realized the flame was gone and leapt on top of him. A sharp pain in his shoulder was all he could feel before his world went black. His eyes were open but nothing was visible, blinking didn’t help and all of the sudden his head felt as if it was splitting in two, before he passed out.

Nope. We’re doomed, Sunspot thought. In a last, desperate effort she inhaled, preparing to blast off this jello-for-a-spine NightWing right in his smug face, but it was stifled by the bigger dragon stomping her throat. Hard.

Sunspot gagged and coughed, a plume of smoke puffing out of her mouth. Definitely doomed.

Your fault. A little voice whispered. She shut it out instantly, but it was a bit late. Dimly, she felt a prick in her neck, but it was inconsequential compared to the rest of the pain she was in. She was overcome with dizziness, the world spinning and tilting, before finally going dark.

Alyssia ducked, the nightwings coming closer to her and the silver dragon behind her. She heard screeching from all around her as dragons were falling victim to each other's claws and teeth. She saw the smaller orange dragon get pinned and the larger one still holding his own. The silver dragon in the distance seemed to just be standing there. A black figure seemed to be flying away as well. Screams filled her ears and it was getting hard to handle. Why are they all fighting! she thought while remembering her pleasant island paradise away from all of this. Why can't they just get along better! She felt her emotions beginning to well up in her. She saw the dragons being swarmed. She needed to move. She stopped firing her gun and pocketed her last grenade in her motorbike's side compartment.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see a nightwing charging her. She pulled up her gun again and began to fire at it. She missed once, then twice, and then finally found her mark on one of the dragon's legs. The dragon doubled over and she was free from the terrifying gaze. She took another sweep around her and saw blood and carnage everywhere. Her breath quickened and she felt her heart speed up. I've never seen so much destruction. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The fighting and screaming.
She looked into the eyes of the dragon that she'd just shot. She hadn't gotten to see the dragons she had shot previously. She was focused on the next one after she had shot, desperately trying to survive. But, now, with the dragon close to her, she could see the pain in its eyes. I can't do this. She turned to be met with a gust of wind as the largest black dragon swooped over the silver one and dragged her into the air. Ignoring it, she jumped onto her bike and started it again. It sputtered, stalled a couple times in starting and finally hummed evenly. She seemed to be in a daze as she it the gas and sped out of the battlefield.
Behind her she heard another dragon roar and glanced back to see the large orange dragon get swarmed. She looked back at the ground in front of her, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She heard another screech and then the sound of flames launching through the air. She turned her head to see a flaming stream making its way towards her. She yanked hard on the handles of the bike. Sand flew up like a cloud in the sky and the bike slipped. She hit the sand and the bike on top of her. She slid across the sand, the tiny rocks scraping her more than she already was. The fire flew closer to her and she felt the heat of the wave. She narrowly avoided the main part of the fire, but she felt the heat burn her skin and singe her hair as she tucked her head to her chest and covered it with one of her arms.
It seemed like an eternity before the heat subsided, but when it did, she immediately reached up to the bike on top of her. Her arms screaming at her and her head spinning, she felt for the compartment and grabbed the grenade. With the bike on the bottom half of her body and on her left arm, she brought the grenade to her mouth and bit the pin. She pulled and looked at where the fire had come from, the nightwing drawing closer to her. Anger and rage were her prime emotions when she looked the dragon in the eyes and threw the grenade. The force behind her throw was barely even enough to get it to the nightwing...but not enough to get it far enough away from her to be cleared by the blast.
The deafening blast shook her whole being and rang in her ears as the blast slammed into her. She felt the bike get lifted off of her and then the blast lifting her the same way as the bike. Her vision blacked out for at least a minute as she felt sand and rocks on her already burned skin, the excruciating pain raking through her whole body. The sand made a trail from where she had been and she finally hit a sand dune, sand falling all over her and beginning to cover some of her body. She finally felt herself stop and regained her sight for a moment. She saw where she had been before and the crater in the sand. The body of a black dragon also laid there, unconscious by the look of it. Oh good, now he can't chase me. she thought as her consciousness began to slip from her. Her ears were deafened by the blast and she sat in her small world of silence as she drifted off in the darkness.

Neoma was laying on the sand, not asleep but yet not moving. Her mind was numb. She had just killed another dragon for the first time in her life.
The sensible part of her mind told her that she would have died if she didn't defend herself, but the truth of it was too obvious.
She didn't have to kill him. She had gotten carried away.
She had killed him in rage and in blindness.
Neoma closed her eyes, and another tear slipped out.
She heard the fighting around her subside, and heard large bodies collapse. She prayed silently it wasn't her group, but as she heard the triumphant growls and mutters around her that were too deep to be her crew, she lost hope that the rest were awake.
A rumbling sound filled the air, and all of a sudden a loud explosion seemed to rock the ground. Another grenade must have been thrown.
At least that meant the little human was still alive. And from the sound of it, she had escaped. Neoma grunted heavily as a claw was thrust into her ribs and a deep but female voice snarled, "This one's alive too."
Neoma guessed they had found the living bodies of her companions.
In a robotic voice, she mumbled, "Are the rest alive?"
A raspy laugh erupted from the one who was checking her. "Oh yes they are, mudworm. But by the time you're in the Scorpion Den, you'll wish they were dead."
A rotten stench filled Neoma's nostrils as the female Nightwing leaned closer and whispered.
"Their screams will make you wish they were already dead. No one wants to be alive in the Scorpion Den."
Neoma groaned, a sob rising in her throat and her chest feeling heavy. Somehow, she felt a weird grief at the thought of the others suffering. She knew that some of the stuff this Nightwing was saying had to be a bravado to scare her, but this knowledge didn't relieve her fears at all.
The thought of the others that she had been traveling with being hurt, and the thought of Helios being hurt as well overwhelmed her. She didn't feel a strong connection with any of them except maybe Eclipse, and that was only because of their shared species.
And yet...
She couldn't bear the thought of losing them. Maybe it was because they were the first dragons she had interacted with in seven years, maybe because she couldn't bear more deaths, maybe because she couldn't handle being alone again.
But either way, she got mad. Her eyes opened and she glared at the Nightwing looming over her, who chuckled dryly.
"Bonereader, I don't think she likes you!" A snort came from somewhere Neoma couldn't see, but she didn't turn to look for the voice. She held her angry stare at- Bonereader, apparently.
Bonereader grinned wickedly. "I'm not fussed if she does or not!"
Neoma clenched her jaw. The repercussions for her next action probably would be heavy, but since she had wanted to die only a moment before, she wasn't that concerned.
Neoma wasn't heavily injured in the fight. Her pains were mostly inward. The most that had happened was a few bruises and sore muscles. She had mostly surprise attacked her opponents, and then collapsed.
So she raised her head and bit hard on Bonereader's front leg. The taste of blood filled her mouth and the smell hit her nostrils.
She immediately let go of Bonereader's leg, ignoring the pained squall the Nightwing let out. Neoma turned her head, feeling dizzy and sick again. Her stomach convulsed, and she was sick there on the sand.
"Ewww... Yucky..." "Weakling can't handle blood!" "Bonereader, you must need to clean your scales more often."
Neoma heard these jokes in the background, but she was concentrating more on taking deep breaths and trying to vomit more. All she could think of was the dragon she had just killed and his sightless eyes, staring at her as blood poured out of his neck.
A hard kick to her spine as she lay on her side made her yelp in pain. Bonereader stood over her again, a furious gleam in her eyes.
"Well then. I think you'll wish you were dead too now... In fact I'll make sure of it." She lifted her bitten leg and inspected it disdainfully, shaking droplets of blood off. They hit the sand near Neoma and stained the sand red. She looked at the droplets, and for a moment, they didn't affect her. She looked back at Bonereader, and with a moment of raging clarity, said, "I wish that was your neck."
The next pain she felt was a throbbing pang in her neck as Bonereader angrily stabbed her with a tranquilizer needle. As everything began to fade, she heard the Nightwings shouting to each other to hold tightly to the others.
Neoma began rising into the air, being tightly held by her wingbones in the talons of two Nightwings, and another beneath her in case she dropped.
It was a strange feeling to be in the air without the movement of her wings. But not an experience she got to feel very long, because everything went black.

 

[Harmonylight]

HAYYYEEYY. 2,000 words. This is epic and I loved writing it, and I vote you read it, but it's understandable if you don't. :l Fight scenes are the beeesstesstt

Spoiler: ENTA AT CHO OWN RISSSK.

Roe hurried along the empty streets, trying to stay beneath tents and overhangs to avoid the rain. She carried a box under her coat as best she could, trying in vain to keep it dry. She lurked under an empty tent, preparing to make a dash across a building gap, due to an alleyway.
Roe took a quick step, trotting towards the dry ground ahead.
Startled, she sidestepped, not expecting to see anyone  in the alleyway.
She sidestepped again, recognizing the blurry figures as they approached her. She turned her head to hide a grin as rough hands closed around her mouth, pulling her back into the alleyway.
She stumbled, pushing away from the voices and retreating farther back, her boots clicking against the cobbled ground.
"So good to see you again!" Walton lied coolly, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming manner, his two cronies standing loyally on either side of the big man.
Roe said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together as she clutched the box in her arms like her life depended on it.
"I wanted to talk to you bout sum'in." Walton explained, striding towards Roe. "Wanted to talk to you bout the deal we had. And why you broke it."

The Scorpion Den was huge, population pushing six million. But on days like these, when a seemingly endless rain poured down on the city, it was easy to make your way through the typically crowded streets.
It didn't rain often, in fact, they usually got a good rain such as this three times a year, though the last two years the Scorpion Den had gotten much more rain than normal, the rock hard ground hadn't absorbed the water well and minor flooding issues had plagued the city for weeks. Whatever the reason for the extra rain, Tobias appreciated it.
He drove down the damp streets in an old Ford Mustang convertible, receiving many strange glances from the few merchants loyally standing behind their wares, or lurking in a shop window, as rain streaked the car's interior. The car was shot anyways- the frame had rusted out to an extreme level. He wouldn't be able to drive it much longer.
Might as well drive it in the rain.
"Hayy, Tobe, I'go that salve!" A familiar voice called from above.
Tobias looked up slowly, smiling when the shopkeeper met his gaze, leaning over the small balcony. "Giv'm a minute, be'ruh down."

Roe fingered the long, double edged dagger on her belt- she really preferred not to use it, especially on these idiots, the dagger was nice quality, lovely designs etched across the blade.
"I've waited, Gongll. I've waited a long time." Walton sneered.
She owed him money. A lot of money. Money that she did not, and might never, have.
"I'm workin on it."
"I'M wORking oN it!" Walton mocked. "Now where have I heard that? Oh yes! Every week, for the past two. years."
Oh, gosh. Had it really been that long?
"I do not know what you want me to do." Roe spat. "I do not have it, and I have not been frivolously spending money. I've been saving-"
"Oi, seem to remember a time last week where you purchased this lovely dragonet," Walton raised his hands in exasperation.
"That.. is different-"
"You owe me a lot, Gongll. I think it's time we make our demands clear."
The men on either side of Walton rushed her.
Roe dropped the box and retreated, playing her part well. As she reached the back of the alleyway, Roe stopped, letting the men advance closer as she whipped out her dagger, dodging a fist and running the dagger into one of Walton's cornies, as close to the heart as possible. The man jerked back, clutching his shoulder, where the dagger protruded.
"Oi, you are so regretting that." Walton hissed.
A fist came down on her shoulder, and Roe swore, spinning around quickly and dodging wild punches. She trotted deeper into the alley, still facing the man, tripping over a trash can lid, then leaping back and kicking it, sending it clanging across the cobbled ground and into the man's shin.
"Pathetic." Walton sneered from where he crouched beside his wounded friend. "I expected more from you, I really did."
Roe continued to step back, dodging a well aimed punch a bit too slowly. The man caught her cheek, and Roe winced, ducking under his wild throws, and snatching the end of a stick from behind a rotting trash bag.
The stick was much shorter than she expected. Roe made a few careless, mock thrusts towards the man, then let him tear it out of her grip, throwing it loudly against the ground.
"I'd stop." Walton advised, laughing as he stood. "It'll be easier for all of us if you stop."
Roe stopped.
The man caught her shoulder in a tight fist, his free hand landing below her diaphragm. Roe doubled over, stumbling into the man, who repositioned his hold on her shoulder, spinning her to face Walton- Walton's smile vanished as she grinned slyly, cocking the handgun with a loud click.

"Nah, nah, this is great, Farwick," Tobias assured the man, lugging the five gallon bucket into the backseat of the convertible.
"Aye, well lat mi know if yah need some'n else."
Tobias tipped his hat to the shopkeep, leaping nimbly onto the car door.
"Now, Tobe, don't see whay yur wastin that good car loike that."
Tobias laughed, jumping into the passenger seat.
"Ta each thar own, I s'pose, but, August, now, lots folks would put that car t'use. And here yar, drivin it round in the-"
Tobias held his hands up innocently, "Dude, frame's rusted out." He grinned, "It's a joke. Quit taking life so seriously, man,"
The old man laughed, looking confused. "Aye, aye. Whal then, Tobe, have a goot day. See yah at the rally t'night?"
"You know it."

"It has been fun. But I have this thing called 'a life.'" Roe motioned to the wall with the gun, tossing a wad of soaking hair away from her face. Walton obliged quickly, scowling.
"You touch me, I will kill him." She notified the man behind her. His hold loosened on her shoulders, then dropped completely.
"I'll bring authorities into this." Walton warned.
"Ah, mmhm, and you have not already tried? Lies. I must go now. See you later, pal." Roe knelt to retrieve her package from where it lay stained against the muddy ground, still pointing the gun at Walton.
She heard the man's quick steps as he approached, but had little to no time before a boot connected with the back of her head.
The gun went off.
For a moment Roe strained to make sense of what was going on around her, her vision dimed considerably.
Her fist still closed around the gun, but she could feel sharp nails loosening her grip. Roe stood abruptly, the man's chin catching the back of her head as she threw herself back, sandwiching the man in between her and the wall.
An arm snaked its way around her neck, pulling tightly as she strained to loosen his hold on the gun. She could see Walton slowly advancing towards her.
Roe kicked her boot back against the man, still locked in a choke hold. He just tightened his grip, grunting as he wound up and crushed her hand against the wall, forcing her to drop the gun.
Roe straightened, feeling a dull pain tingle through her fingers- knowing it would only get worse as time went on.
"Good fight." Walton clapped. "A losing game, as always, but entertainment. You are clever, Gongll."
Roe gagged, her hands instinctively reaching for the man's arm as it tightened around her throat.
"Ah-ah-ah," Walton warned, kicking her small hand gun further away, and cocking one of his own. "We could have led with this, you know. Decided a good fist fight might be more effective." He swatted her hands back from the man's arm.
Panic began to rise as air flow was completely cut off. Roe stiffened, trying not to move as her chest heaved, hopelessly half gasping.
"Pathetic." Walton growled, raising his fist with a look of disgust.

"Ooh, ooh. This one's fire." Tobias announced to no one in particular as he sat up quickly, cranking the sound knob on the old radio.
There was a clap of thunder, and the rain suddenly worsened, coming down in endless torrents.
He drove through the soaked streets slowly, waving to any merchants he passed as they stared.
He passed stand after stand, building after building, faithfully seeking out anyone he could acknowledge, until he came to an alleyway where curious shadows moved quickly in the corner.
"Allo?" He called, sitting up and turning the radio down.
They must not have heard him over the rain.
Taking his time, Tobias kicked open the car door, squinting through the thick downpour. He could hear shouting ahead, and his pace quickened, walking gingerly to the side of the building where he peeked out to survey the situation.
Big, burly figures.. fighting each other? No- pounding someone? Was that a third figure? Again and again a raised fist met the silent recipient. Strange.
Tobias strode into the alleyway, shoving his hands carelessly into his coat pockets.
"Gentlemen." He called over the rain. The large man spun around quickly.
"Walton?" Tobias asked, his eyes drifting to the shaking, slumped figure.
Walton shook his head and Tobias advanced, "Not here, Tobe. Not chur place, Tobe." He warned.
Tobias swallowed hard, trying to recognize the beaten figure. "What'd they do?"
"Not chur place, TOBE." Walton hissed, glaring as he stormed towards Tobias.
Tobias didn't move, cocking an eyebrow sarcastically as Walton tried to push him back.
"Who is that?" Tobias asked quietly, jutting his chin out towards the motionless figure, who was being propped up by a monster of a man. The figure didn't move as they were dragged deeper into the alleyway.
"Noneyuh, Tobias! Noneyuh!" Walton shouted, spitting in his face.
Tobias rolled his eyes, spitting back. "Out of my way, Walt."
"Told juh, ain't none your businehh-"
There was a sudden shout from behind him and Walt wheeled around as two loud gunshots echoed through the alley.
Instinctively, Tobias ducked for cover, pulling his trenchcoat tighter against himself and hiding the lower half of his face behind the cowl.
Walton collapsed.

Roe panted, wincing as she leaned against the wall, gasping, and gasping, and gasping. The figure beside her stirred and she fired the gun again, without hesitation.
She groaned, blinking the rain from her eyes as she leaned her head back against the wall, feeling her entire body shake.
Someone would come.
Someone would find her with a gun and two dead men.
Roe groaned again, clinging to the slick wall as she stood, her shirt and jeans now streaked with mud and soaked with water.
She blinked, wondering if she was imagining the bright yellow car stopped directly in front of the alley.
Roe waited another minute, listening to thundering rain smack against the cobbled stone.
"Hello?" Someone called.
She froze, cocking the gun again, and sliding down the wall slowly, hoping she hadn't been seen.

"It's Tobias!" He shouted over the rain, "I'm- uh, Tobias." It was a well known name. The hunched figure *should* recognize it, he hoped, and know that he wasn't with Walton's gang.
"Tobe." A female voice called back.
Tobias stood suddenly, hesitating as he put a face to the voice.
He sprinted toward the figure, sliding on the mud as he kneeled beside her.
"Chill, out." Roe exhaled, her breath laced with laughter.
"Did he just-" Tobias looked to Walton's motionless body, "he just beat you up? What the.." he stood, clenching his jaw, still staring at Walton's body.
"Yeah I… owed him money." Roe clarified, stumbling to her feet uneasily. "But now he is dead. Yay."
Her thick Spanish accent and the rain made it hard to understand Roe's slurred words, but Tobias shook his head as he reached for her arm.
Roe shied away. "I am fine, I am fine."
"Yeah, of course, sorry, you look just great."
"Tobias.." she laughed gently.
"That's my car." He pointing to the convertible. "Back to The Den?"
Roe seemed confused for a moment, then shook her head. "Ay, back to The Den."

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SO GOOD WHAT

 

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I think we are mostly waiting on Neoma part in the fight rn, if she's gonna end up in the SD like the others.

@Harmonylight