Austin still stood leaning against the wall. His jaw dropped as he saw the lunarwing was now unmuzzled. How did that happen?! I didn't loosen it! He almost glared in the direction of the dragon but instead relaxed himself. It's ok, Ausin, it'll just make things more interesting. He watched, eyebrow raised at what was happening. They're just talking, he thought frustrated slightly. He had wanted to see the lunarwing in action and taking out some dragons to see if it was worth spending the amount to purchase when it finally went up for auction. Finally, the special power that lunarwings had was whipped out and the dragon was using it as a weapon against her opponents. He watched with a smile as the lunarwing pressed the strange weapon up against the throat of one of the rainwings. Still, they continued talking. A third came by and instead of seriously attacking, they still were talking.Austin walked down one of the corridors of the arena. He felt a little small walking around without his dragon, but he shook the feeling and kept walking. Who needs dragons anyway. He continued walking when a man stopped him. "Austin, we have the lunarwing in the new lot for the next battle. Can you get 'er for me?" Austin gave a cocky grin. A lunarwing fighting, eh? This'll be entertaining. "Yes, of course I'll go get a dragon for you." He turned and walked towards the exit of the arena and down the roads to the lot of new dragons. Flanking him were several other nightwing riders.
"Ay, Austin, did ya eva get yer dragon back?" one of them asked as he walked beside him.
Austin turned his head slightly towards him, but didn't look at him. "Nah, he hasn't come back yet. Though, I can always break in a new one."
"Ya, I guess. Though, this one was real good."
Austin chuckled, "Yeah, but nothing that can't be replaced."
They entered the large lot and made there way over to the lunarwing. He saw the seawing that sat there in the cage getting agitated. While the others undid the locks on the cage and got out the lunarwing, he gave the seawing a sly grin. That's right, lizard, glare at me...hate me. It'll give me all the more reason to kill you. They got the dragon out and Austin was surprised to see it put up little resistance. He felt for his pistol in his right leg holster and the cool steel reassured him that if things got out of hand, he could control it. A loud growl resonated in his ears as he looked over at the seawing. The desperation to help this dragon was evident in its eyes. He looked at all three of the dragons - two solarwings and a seawing - and smiled. "Get ready, lizards, y'all are next." He turned and walked away, content with his comment.
He watched the dragon all the way to the arena, his hand always hovering over his pistol. The dragons really is beautiful, he thought and then shook his head. Remember, even sirens are beautiful to some. He continued forward. The dragon began to buck and resist the pull towards the arena and Austin barked an order to his cohorts to get her back in line. The prodded her with their electric poles and sent her into the ring.
One of the others walked up to him, "Shouldn't we unmuzzle her first?"
Austin smirked, "Oh, I must've forgotten," the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable. "I guess she'll have to fight with it on." He shrugged and walked over to the opening, leaned against the wall, and waited for the fight to begin.
Austin reached for his pistol, ready to make things interesting if necessary, but the lunarwing began charging the crowd and scaring them. Screams filled the large building and he stepped forward, drawing his pistol to stop her, but he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Austin," an older voice called, "don't go in. Let them fight. We have other people we pay for this kind of thing." Austin turned himself around to face the older man. The man continued, "We need you to take a dragon and go and escort some new guests to the Scorpion Den. Unfortunately, with all the dragons running around out there with rebellions recently, customers have gotten cautious and so have requested some of our best guards." He winked, "I gave them your name."
Austin began walking with the man down the hall away from the arena and the ensuing fight. "Ok, so where are they now?"
"They're about halfway through the desert. They are about to pass by that oasis that is not far from the Scorpion Den. They've had protection so far, but they heard about the incident with the dragons and the battle and things and they want more protection than what they have."
Austin nodded. "I'll rent another nightwing and head out there." He left the old man and headed towards the stable-like structure near the arena. It was one of many that you could go to throughout the Scorpion Den to rent a nightwing to ride. Stopping at the armory, he grabbed another pistol and one of the lighter machine guns, strapping it onto his back. He rented a nightwing and headed the direction of the oasis.