The dragon fights, rp

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"HMmmmmmmmmmmm.....ok maybe not a puddle then," Cali said with a cheesy smile
*Tallulah stopped and looked around when she heard loud roaring coming and going.*

Tallulah: that's coming from the road right??
 
(Holy cow, I'm behind. Somebody catch me up please.)
The police got word of the fighting ring. The dragons took advantage of the chaos to escape. Most did, except a select few whom were taken by the ring still and or by the cops. Most scattered but a few have stayed together.)
 
Others do though some of them could fly him :p)
Tallulah: I won't be able to carry you for long though. *she swooped down and grabbed (his cage if he's in one), and took off for the door.*
"Of course I'll tell you more." Foster looked really happy. "If your face got ripped off, you probably would die. Unless you got medical treatment right away of course. They would have to do like a skin graft, and need lots of blood, because you'd obviously have lost a lot. And you'd be disfigured too."
"Oh, and it would also depend on what got ripped off. Like, just the skin, or eyes and stuff too." Foster added.
Flikkial’s cage hadn’t been opened. The humans were too busy trying to capture the escaped dragons. She felt a growing sensation of panic as she saw more and more dragons dart out of the door.
Tanya stopped by flikkial's cage just before leaving, she removed one of her Steele feathers and slipped one in to her.* use it to pick the lock. *she said before flying off for the outside with the youngsters.*
Riski wheeled joyfully overhead, not at all ashamed by the fact that he had abandoned the dragons when he could have been releasing them. In his opinion, it was every dragon for himself, and he didn’t want his abilities to be exploited by his peers. His hunger for freedom completely overwhelmed any compassion in that horrible dark place.
“The world is my playground!” he crowed. He whirled around, looking at the running and confused dragons. They were bound to be a liability, but he still felt a loyalty to them. After all, they weren’t his enemies. It was those humans who forced him to fight them. “Do you blundering domestics need a guided tour on the way to your respective habitats?”
 

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