watching with horor and hate the man watched for a moment before taking action. He saw the beauty of the White/Siler dragon he had tried to save and watched the efforts fall before him in her pained state. It hurt him deeply to the point he drew his own blade blessed with the scales of another White dragon long ago. It held many powers and promised protection to its wielder. He charged for the nets and sliced with perfect aim through each one. Being careful to avoid other humans as he passed. His long hair flowing like the wind as it seemed he delicatly danced along his footsteps like a graceful bale not missing a single step or beat. He was persice and straight on target with each blow. Once at the group of villagers his sword was no use as he sheathed it and fought by hand using only preasure points to stun and peralize his victims as he was taught. all the hile missing each stab towards him. In this mindless mass of movement he seemed unstoppable and heroic. Finally he reached the dragon before him and cut gently through the restraints on her freeing her as he knelt down whispering to her. "Can you change back? I will get us to safty" he pulled out a small pouch containing a magic vanishing powder.