Nevelair

Itzhak flew back a little as Damian pushed him back, but stepped back on his feet regaining his balance, taking the bow on the violin strings, ready to battle despite the sudden destruction of the room. Suddenly stumbled by Aurora behind him "Itzhak!!! Get over here! Now!" he did nothing of the sorts. In his mind the dragon did look terrifying, despit it's young age but it was still young. Then a plan formulated in his head. Three plans. Itzhak brought pressure down on the strings with his bow as he see's Aurora with her sword out cursing the dragon. Strangely enough the words didn't phase it at all as it did Itzhak and he was an audience to Aurora's brute anger.

With a stroke of the bow, a powerful deafening E note sounded from the violin immediatly catching the attention of the dragon as it's head bolted upright, looking down on Itzhak. Continuing with another note and a half note, keeping a regular consistency of the beat. The song was rather exotic compared to what most begger bards play, which would be a light hearted or happy song kept afloat of with high notes. Itzhak's music however, was more dramatic then other bards, it was fast paced speed with a dark melody, angry fiddling. With the swing from the dragon's green wings it blew a powerful gust of wind, nearly throwing the balence of the bard, watching down on him completely ignoring Aurora. Small blue sparks can be seen from the bow, falling on the floor as every note in the quick fiddling is played.

Lieutenant Ox rose a left hand, the tips of his fingertips frozen in ice overlooking the flying dragon. "Chzy ked fijy" A commad calmly but firmly told by the Lieutenant but the dragon was still in the air, hypnotized by it's first sound of music. "Chzy ked fijy!" The Lieutenant shouted by the top of his voice, the hypnotized reptillian still unphazed as it took flight, just looking at Itzhak. Ox held up his hand and drew a cirle in the air, the little specs of ice leaving it's trail in the air. The ice hand went through the ice circle and drew up a ice line through it. The circle started to glow a bright light as Ox peeled back the air with his hands, revealing a purple haze world. Without a single word or chants, A twist of icy blue scaley skin shot out from the purple haze up into the air. Miniature wings spread across it's back as it's skinny cylindrical body and it's black eyes shot out a look as it's cold prescense filled the room before charging towards Beastman, the fire sorcerer and Sam. Ox pulled out his sword and pointed it at Damian, a gesture of challenge.

"i accept your challenge" Damien said as he finally drew his sword. "i guess i'll just fight with this" he thought. Damien charged lieutenant Ox and swung his sword downward at Ox, which he easily dodged, but swung upward which cut Ox's helm a little. it was Ox's turn now and Ox charged him andswung sideways which Damien ducked under and grabbed Ox's sword disarming him. Ox's sword matched him better, being a greatsword. Damien sheathed his sword and charged Ox and with all his strength knocked Ox out with the blunt handle of the sword. He turned to his companions. "how about a prisoner, anyone?"

"i accept your challenge" Damien said as he finally drew his sword. "i guess i'll just fight with this" he thought. Damien charged lieutenant Ox and swung his sword downward at Ox, which he easily dodged, but swung upward which cut Ox's helm a little. it was Ox's turn now and Ox charged him andswung sideways which Damien ducked under and grabbed Ox's sword disarming him. Ox's sword matched him better, being a greatsword. Damien sheathed his sword and charged Ox and with all his strength knocked Ox out with the blunt handle of the sword. He turned to his companions. "how abo-" he was cut off by the dragons roar. "oh yeah... So anyone going to get that?"

Aurora acted before her mind could catch up. She jumped in front of the new threat throwing herself before the group. The anger that strengthened her made her mind foggy but she didn't pay any attention to it, she was so use to it that it seemed second nature. The surrounding features of the room and people became white noise. She knew she heard sword against sword but didn't know where it was coming from; all she knew was the beast in front of her, the blades in her hands, and the tightness of her muscles. She Charged with a loud battle cry. The creature swung a large claw at her. She dodged by rolling between its legs. She thrusted her swords upward, but just as they were about to make contact in the underbelly she felt a large rush of wind and the beast took to the air. It roared in anger. "oh yeah... So anyone going to get that?" She heard a man's voice. Red splotches filled her vision as frustration fueled her anger.

It landed a few feet away and lifted its head. A loud gaging noise filled the air... "TAKE COVER!" She ordered as she dived behind a fallen pillar. Acid spewed from the dragon's throat coving the walls and floor. The pillar began to dissolve. "shit..." she cursed under her breath. The stream of black liquid began to weaken after a few moments. Now was her chance. She jumped out of cover and made a wild dash for the over sized reptile. Acid bubbled and splashed under her feet, she could feel the heat as the liquid began to eat away at her boots. Finally she made it to the beast, just as he finished his spray. She jumped hooking her arm behind its large head. It reared in surprise. The bare skin of her arm began to shred as the rough scales pulled against it.

She glimpsed a small area just beneath the chin that was scaleless and without a second thought she drove her short sword through the vulnerable skin and pulled. The leathery fabric gave way and even more of the dangerous liquid that still clung to her boots began to pool on the floor. Some splashed on her free arm and she grunted in pain. The dragon tried to roar but the only sound that seemed to escape was a gurgled choke as it collapsed; tearing more of her skin. As it hit the ground the acid splashed. She scrambled up the side of the beast for refuge. Breathless and tired she ripped off her boots. Her feet were blistered and would definitely scare. She cursed once again. They would hurt for a few days.

She sighed as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Itzhak as he played his instrument and the infant dragon. She knew she couldn't handle it even if it was just a baby. Looking at her arm she sucked in a breath. It was torn apart she wasn't sure she could even lift her sword. She was lucky enough just to have held onto it. No they were on their own this time. She frown. She never liked being left out of a battle; especially do to her own foolishness.