<div style="background-color:#FF0000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">Trial of fire</span></span></div></span></div><br/><br/><div style="background-color:#404040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-style: italic">~Your new master will be utmostly pleased to see you...at first.~</span> Serafima mused, but said nothing, as she followed him. Only a slight chuckle followed, as she imagined Cor-nuts face, when he found out what a spoiled, bratty dragon he got, instead of a much anticipated war machine... It was like ordering an ostrich steak, but getting pigeon soup!<br/><br/>As they slowly left the kitchen, Serafima threw two of the small flintstones inside, just before the automatic doors closed. They met each other in midair, causing sparks and a nice flash flame started to devour the trail of flamable liquid, slowly proceeding to the kitchen stove.<br/>The little explosion would be enough to keep up the flames to ignite the expensive furniture.<br/>Vampires were just too much of luxury driven creatures...with no attention to safety. Maybe besides some of the classic dangers like sunlight.<br/>Honestly it could've been done with much more ease : an electric current spark, an energy laser to ignite the gas source,even a tidbit of firemagic or a simple lighter would be sufficient - but the Norva had a bit excitement towards primitive means. You would never know how much havoc they could wreck when they went out of control.<br/><br/>Urging the slurring dragon to move faster, she muttered:<br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><span style="font-style: italic">"Speed up. If you take too much time, the fire will catch you before I do... "</span></span>her voice close to  the back of the drenched dragon,  she proceeded to overtake him in a flash, not worried in the slightest that he wouldn't follow.<br/><br/>The simple reason being because she swiftly splashed gasoline in every open room or space they wouldn't need to take, and ignited it with ease, so the dragon would have no choice but to follow her trail - a slim path barely allowing to get out without turning into charcoal. <br/>She had carefully calculated, so that he would be kept on his toes - <br/><br/>An alarms piercing ring permeated the building after a muffled explosion sounded from the back of the kitchen, bursting some of the windows open. The stove gas reserve had played its role in the game of fire as well.<br/>The plexiglass window of the kitchen doors was now tinted black with flametongues pouring out on some sides. The temperature started to rise, as the Norva choose the path upwards, not to the outside, purging everything in her way with fire! <br/><br/><br/>Suddenly they met a roadblock - two crazed customers lunged at them from the side, mad from the heat, smell, and the ear piercing noise!<br/>A smack and a crunch resounded, as Serafima pinned one of them on his throat to the wall, while kicking the other down to the floor, then stepping on him. A spine shattered and some ribs were broken.<br/>Two splashing noises folowed, as gasoline mercilessly poured onto their faces. Kicking them one after another into an already burning guest room, Serafima cared no further as their bodies ignited in seconds - turning into ashes.<br/><br/>They met several other roadblocks-  in form of crazed customers or blood pets - which were simply given the even harsher treatment than the two previously.  After that they were drenched, then pushed, kicked, or thrown into one of the already burning rooms, while still disoriented and dizzy from the smell and the assault..<br/>Purging the debaucherous bloodsuckers and their silly pets felt <span style="font-style: italic">good</span> to her bottled up anger at vampires.<br/> The intelligent ones would have already fled, but they would be tracked down by the military sooner or later. <br/><br/>Serafimas hood had slipped down somewhere in between the small and fast skirmishes.<br/>Swaying cascades of crimson hair poured out, and were illuminated by the flickering light of the flames, turning them into a fata morgana of a swaying, roaring red sea...  like strands of purgatory fire trailing behind her back.<br/><br/><a href="http://i.imgur.com/MxosCoJ.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/MxosCoJ.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/><br/> Inmidst of the now dark corridors,<br/>as the electricity had shut down - one of the fires had already devoured an important cable causing a power failure - <br/>she passingly lit more and more flames, until her metal can was empty. Throwing it away, she picked up the pace, and dealt with another 'roadblock', cutting off a head while pushing the body into a room...<br/><br/>Turning around, a flashing red gaze focussed on the following dragon - <span style="color: #FF4040">"They all died because you had to shift infront of random people... remember that."</span><br/>Her face was framed by an evil look, as she halted for a second inmidst the inferno and scruitinized him for a last time. This was a small and nice extra, lifting her mood a little after the trouble the young dragon caused for her.<br/><br/>Under the heat, even someone as coldblooded as her started to sweat a little, and her fake skin had smudged, making it grayish, similar to a zombies teint. But she was not worried, as she pulled the scaredy-dragon forward, grabbing him by a slippery shoulder, or what ever she found, as he almost got charred. The flame tongues started to lick around them already, and even if she wanted to scare him just a tad bit more, she had decided to let him stay alive for now - he needed to grow up first, before he was even worthy of her offing him. <span style="font-style: italic">~He might die during Cornys training though?~</span> She pondered.<br/> <br/>With a small tug on her cape she draped it quickly around the male, wrapping him like a package, just before the next flame tongues could finally feast on his body!<br/><br/>They had halted before an already fire encircled emergency excit, so the last thing he would see in the flames, before the cloak wrapped around him and he was lifted up like a sack of potatoes, was a rare devilish grin on the usually stone faced woman, framed by a world of orange-red hair and the pair of ruby eyes, slowly tinting in a shade of green upon meeting some of the light rays outside.<br/><a href="http://i.imgur.com/Wz8N1Mt.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/Wz8N1Mt.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/><br/>The Norva loaded the now wrapped dragon up, huffing a little, blowing out the fire latching on the cape and overall, as she squeezed through the exit of the burning building. <span style="font-style: italic">~So fat. They fed him too well.~</span> frowning, she carried him over her shoulder. It was not a real problem, but she was once again jealous of vampire endurance and explosive power. This hatchling would be like a feather infront of it.<br/>Jumping up the last emergency stairs, she pressed a button, as her fighter jet locked onto her position. Picking up speed, she rushed up to the open cavity on the roof,  just the very same place the dragon had just fallen down from.<br/> <br/>Behind her, a crackling and crumbling was heard, as some of the stairs and more walls broke off.<br/>Fire had ignited inside the whole building - being already shaken by the rampaging dragon earlier - it slowly started to tilt and crack from the heat build up and small explosions here and there that did the last damage.  Rushing to the corner, Serafima paced even faster and faster - <br/><br/>Then she jumped.<br/><br/>~Hah,<span style="font-style: italic"> this is </span> how you fly properly~  thought the Norva woman, as she fell directly into the open cockpit of her autopiloted Shadow, hovering just in time under her, and rushed off into the distance while the cockpit hood was still closing.<br/>Shadow was an one sizer, so the cockpit was now fully crammed with her and the dragon-package in tow, plus it was fully armed and not as fast as usual - but she was in a good mood. <br/>Scaring the little dragon, and purging the trash had blown off some of her steam. <br/><br/>Behind her, purging flames cleaned up the perimeter. Most of the civilians had been 'evacuated' - mainly to be mind-altered.  Serafima had been right, this bar would not live another day to open tomorrow.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>As the Norva arrived with a tightly wrapped package in tow, Cortez' face turned dark. He had seen too many corpses in wrapped sacks, cloaks, ropes, plastic bags over the past year from her.<br/>Serafima sneered inwardly, enjoying to agonize the Commander. Outwardly her face was an impeccable example of a serious military officer - only her skin had turned into an unhealhy blue hue again, with shadows under her eyes, making her look a little eerie, even in front of the Vampires before her. <br/>Enjoying the spectacle for a little bit more, just as he opened his mouth to bellow an angry speech, she gave the dragon boy a ruthless hard slap. <br/><br/>As the package twitched, the commanders face lightened up again in delight.<br/><br/>The Dragon was unwrapped, rolling from her shoulder like a courtesan out of her kimono, and finally landing in front of Cortez feet.<br/><br/>Having fullfilled her duty, she saluted, and showing a tiny blood vial from the live dragon to the commander - her excuse for finally shedding off her druggie disguise tomorrow - she turned around to leave the office, not wanting to listen to the soon to follow commotion and argument.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div></div>