Deborah
A snarl escaped from the dragons' maw, twin suns glaring at the human known as Tarin who desperately flailed upon their magicked weapon to get her attention. While some would call the man extremely brave to approach a dragon of all things, more often than not most would say he was crazy.

Annoying too, in her case.

Regardless of the man's intentions, she didn't see a reason to work with him. What damage she could do surpassed whatever he could contribute and having to watch out for him when using her flames was more work than she wanted. She could simply swat him away like a small bug to get rid of him...

*This Tarin has done nothing to dishonor me. I have no reason to take his life.*

Her thoughts however clung to his family name. Vo.

Rarely did the dragons speak of the histories of other races. Not unless they had been deeply woven into their own draconic history and lineage. Or had done something significant to be remembered by their long lived species.

Vo was a name that was rarely spoken of. An example of those who strayed too close to the sun. Or rather that of the gods. And been scorned by them because of their actions.

Cursed was the word many used.

If this man was of such an old legend, she wanted to see if such words were true.

The fire building in the back of her throat simmered somewhat, Ifrit landing to the ground. "Cease your antics, human. And stop yelling before I swat you away." Twin suns glared harshly at Tarin from his place in the ground as soon as he landed. "You wield the cursed blood of old stories, human? Offering to help must mean you can do some damage."
Jessika
The cursed man looked at the dragon with a gleeful smile, it's not often you get to see a whole dragon and not die immediately. Thankfully he knows he could escape if a battle was to take place, perhaps even contend against them but those are questions and theories for later- if it's damage the dragon what's to see Tarin can provide that in spades.

"***True indeed. I am the last of the Vo family line and the greatest of them all. If it's damage you wish to see and proof behind my words I will not shy away from such a thing... But, I am far beyond a simple*** *Human.*" With a smirk Tarin replied to the dragons words, a look of determination and some mild confidence begins to take form in his eyes before he simply jumped off his staff.

While falling through the air, plummeting towards the smoldering fortress below, Tarin grabbed his extended staff which shrank by some non-verbal means and he put it back into the holster without worry.

"*If it's damage you want to see then I'll do my best to show off a little.*"

As he fell towards the ground below he pulled back his right arm and balled his hand into a fist- his teeth gritting as he was near to impact- 

*Destruction.*

A massive wave of wind and concussive force rolled over the lands around when his fist connected with the ground, blasting away what little had survived Ifrits flames. Bodies flew through the skies along with rubble and ruin- all for Tarin to stride from the wreckage with a smile on his face not but a few moments after his blow was landed.

"***Proof enough, ancient one?***" He asked the dragon before him with a hand outstretched, gesturing to the destruction he can cause.
Deborah
The sensation of rumbling sands and the crashing of heavy fragments of the stone fortress rocked Rhakotis as Ifrit watched the display of power Tarin engaged in. Colliding to the surface like a shooting star and destroying all that lay in his path with fire and destruction, it somewhat reminded Ifrit of her people and their powerful abilities. How easily it was to watch smaller beings be crushed beneath the weight of those stronger, fire burn their flesh and tall towers built to shield them from harm crumble into dust against far more powerful forces.

Tarin was strong. He had proved it to her. At least being strong enough against most average humans. Perhaps being cursed had some strange benefits.

Against someone like her or another dragon however? Well, that was a different opinion entirely.

What didn't impress her though was the gesture he made; arms wide open as if a performer on stage or an artist showing off his handiwork. He looked almost proud of what he did.

"Proof it is. Enough that I can leave. The job is done now. There's no more reason to linger." The dragon spoke, eyes swimming to the plethora of burning corpses and the hushed quiet that befell the fortress. That landing had destroyed what little resistance was left. There was no other reason to stay. Especially with how that display of power would alert others nearby. She didn't need more people spotting her.