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Draco snarled at her words, none of his strikes landing, or even hitting with enough purpose to do anything of value to her. It was as she began to try and counter-attack that he saw his opening. While not letting her do what she wanted, the Dragon likewise allowed his wrist to be grabbed. She would find his armor harder than any common metal used by Mortals or different creatures. Draconian-Forged Duradaeden, or better in Draco's case, blessed Draconian Duradaeden, was yet one of those long list of metals much harder and lighter than steel. And while it didn't stop kinetic energy, it didn't just take it either.

Emily's leg would meet Draco's gut, and would feel as though every nerve was likely exploding on contact. Depending on the strength of her kick, she'd likely even break her own leg on impact alone. As the Dragon's wrist was grabbed, a sickening smirk spread across his face, and used his body to conceal his next strike: A direct stab directly into Emily's gut. The world would fall away for a second, and seem to stop as her kick landed at the precise moment his blade sank into her belly with scalpel-like ease. The vibrating, humming blade filled with normally corrupting Draconian Lightning would merely enhance the sharpness of the blade to the point of being able to cut through most things like a molten knife through butter.

Her arms, however, from the Shadowfire she decided to try and tank, were left burned, bleeding, and oozing. The corruption normally present not taking place, but instead the immediate damage of the fire itself: The end-product of the corruption. There was a sizable chunk of flesh simply oozing off of Emily's forearms, falling off as a chunk of dead flesh and bone, leaving everything exposed to the elements and the rigors of combat. No further damage would occur due to Emily's own properties, but the initial effect of Shadowfire was still something even she couldn't avoid.

As time slowed and the reality of the situation sank in, Draco lifted his head, pressing on the blade he'd gutted Emily with, aiming to press it painfully deeper into her body. He was shaking, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood poured down his chin and out of his ears. He was at his absolute limit. And the fool was going to keep pushing himself....

"You are a fool... thinking you can teach a Dragon as old I.... how to properly fight." he wheezed out, panting softly. Slowly he straightened his back, multiple joints popping sickeningly loud as he did so, his previously grabbed wrist shuddering before tearing itself from her grasp, and moving to allow Draco to grab her by the shoulder. This stab was intimate and Draco was going to keep it that way in order to kill Emily if he could. His eye twitched, and a tear of blood streaked down his cheek from the outward corner. The amount of pain he was in was palpable in the air.

He was fully committed to killing her right now, even if that meant killing himself. He paused though, as his blade continued to sink further, having already exited the other side of her body. His Coal Red eyes narrowed as he stared into her eyes. Emily wasn't all she turned out to be... no she was much more. And Draco could see that now. She was much more than a human... something he'd never be able to handle in his current state. With a twitch of his lip, he snarled.

"A fool you may be... but... you are not one to be trifled with....Farewell. Fool." he growled out before ripping his sword from her body unceremoniously and leaping backwards. The Shadows would follow him, pooling under where he was to land, and he would splash into them like a pool, and vanish from the area.

Draco was gone, and so was the Legion. For now.