Dragon Knights

                                                          

                                                                    "M'kay now, well, lemme see, he stole my ribbon, and I want that back now, now now now!" Amara stomped her foot, her hair falling into her face, she blew them away, rubbing her eyes, "This really ticks me off, the really really ticks me off!"

 

                                                                    NOW NOW, CONTROL

 YOUR ANGER, GETTING BEAT ISN'T THAT BAD AT ALL, YOU ARE ONLY A ROOKIE. CONTAIN YOUR ANGER AND YOU'LL DO FINE.

                                                                     "Fire, the last thing I need is advice from a flying lizard whose master has a problem!" Amara started calming down more and more, "Alright, I guess it's not that bad, I mean, not that I liked that ribbon, I want it back is all, my hair keeps on getting in my face,"

                                                                       "It works for ya," 

                                                                       SLING! "What the heck, when did you get here, you have no presene whatsoever you scum!" Amara's eyes bugged out, crossing her arms, she scrunched up her nose, "What's your problem, you stole my ribbon, a ribbon of all things? That's just pathetic, it really is," 

                                                                       Vein, who was staring at her upside down, looked bored, "Well, on the bright side, it's easier to keep track of ya,"

                                                                       "Keep track-what the crap is that supposed mean, keep track of me, honestly, who do you work for?" Now that it came to mind, how was he so casual about meeting her?

                                                                    "Me, myself and I is the answer, so, how's it going?"

                                                                    "You're pretty calm for someone who's open wide for a slash in the stomach, and stole my ribbon, and just said that they're keeping track of me," Amara's eyes shifted darkly, tilting her head, the urge to fight gradually lowered.

                                                                    "Speaking of ribbons, you might want this back, I'm sure, and who says I'm wideopen for an attack? That blade of your's is in pretty bad shape no? With that gash in it, what damage can it do without falling apart, it's pretty useless in its condition,"

                                                                      "What gash, there's no gash in it, it's perfectly, fi-" she looked at the sword more closely, the sides both had a crack going deep through the steel, one force of impact and it would surely shatter, apart from the wearing and dulling, "Just when I get used to using this thing as well, dang it," Amara lowered it reluctantly, sighing calmly. "Seriously, what's your plan, if you don't work for anyone, and your intentions aren't, from what I can tell, dangerous, what the hell is your deal?" she pressed.

                                                                         "Dunno, all I do know, is that this is a pretty calm place, so I think I'll stay," Vein tilted his head, Amara stared hard at him for moments to come, for a while, they seemed to be summing each other up, "Well, then, I suppose that you should be going by now, nice seeing ya and-" Well, so much for that plan, Amara had a nervous, shocked smile on her face, when she realized whose sword that was, "Ah, well, then, seems that Fire Knight is here, must be my cue to leave now, that, or it's a challenge,"

                                                                          Amara backed away, getting in the middle of this was the last thing that needed to happen, "Not so fast there kid, you ain't off the hook yet, I still have a bone to pick with ya, so just enjoy this "friendly spat" for now, got that?"   Surely, Amara stayed put, going against Rath right now was a mistake, she could tell. "Alright Vein, let's make a deal, if I win, apparently Lykouleon wants a word with ya, so lucky you I don't have to kill you, yet at least, contrasting if you win, you're off the hook."

                                                                          "Rath wai-"

                                                                          "I wouldn't stop hinm right now, Rath's too pumped to back down now," the Elf, Rune, appeared with someone else with red hair and several scars.

                                                                        "Whaddya say, kid?"

                                                                        "Fine, fighting you will be fun."

Reviews

[VeCeWallace]

This is great!!!!!! Can't wait to read the rest!