Artimer was watching in horror as the Shadow man took advantage of his mate. He fought against his shackles, grunting against the muzzle. He could feel her pain, and feared that anything that they may share later on would be ruined forever. His shackles cut into his wrists and ankles, but he did not care he needed to bludgeon this freak into a pulp for even thinking about using his Clairissa like he was.<br/><br/>The more the shadow touched and abused her, the more he would look up at Artimer, his eyes were mocking him. He had already gagged Clairissa and her mind was calling out to him. He tried to respond to her calls, he wanted to let her know he was here with her and trying to break free to save her. Something was blocking him from communicating with her. He was forced to watch, tears running down his face, as the shadow man lowered Clairissa's pants, and started to fumble with something at his waist.<br/><br/>Seeing that the man truly was about to take Clairissa in every way made Artimer's blood boil, he may not have been able to change into a smaller form, but the rage he was feeling helped him. He spoke words to a spell he had never learned before causing the shackles and muzzle explode from him. He was in such a blood rage that he was seconds from grabbing the shadow man. Suddenly there was a bright light that blinded Artimer and caused him to stumble. The light was brighter then the sun in the desert, making all the shadows in the room to completely fade away.<br/><br/>Covering his eyes, Artimer made his way to Clairissa, he ripped the chains from the rock and picked her up. He was unable to get to far before he tumbled to the ground, he was unsure if he had tripped over something or if he was pushed down. He held onto Clairissa, his teeth were bared and he was growling at anything and everything around them. His body was protecting her and shielding her from what was going on behind them.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>The dragon was some how able to break free from his bonds and was charging. He recognized that look, it was the look of a dragon that had been pushed a little to far. Thinking quickly he let out a burst of light. He was going to have to try a different route with the dragon. He ran through the door, holding his wand high the light streaming from it making it impossible for the shadows to survive. His shadow self let out a scream and melted to the ground, disappearing back into himself. He smiled and evil grin as he shouted spells and made it seem like he was fighting the shadow, even as the dragon ripped the human from her prison. It was making its way towards the door. 'Can't have that now can we,' he thought and sent a spell at the dragon making him trip and fall. Instead of getting up the dragon hoovered over the human bitch, his teeth were bared and he was growling at who knew what. This was a dragon whose primal instincts were kicking in, a dragon that was guarding its prey. He shook his head and laughed, his laugh sounded like the final screams of his "foe."