'Art... Artimer!' Clairissa was in a panic as she shout through their link. Artimer was just about to throw another water ball at Darrel when she screamed for him. Moving faster then possible for a dragon of his size he burst through the bathroom door and saw Clairissa gasping on the floor, a large black and purple bruise around her neck. Because he was moving to save Clairissa Seeing her in that kind of pain made his blood boil again and he roar in anger. Gently picking her up he carried her and her things to the room setting her down on the blanket he said, 'get dressed and anything left toss it in this, and close it,' he said tossing the bag of holding to her.<br/><br/>With that he was out the door roaring for Darrel, who was lying on the floor bleeding from a cut in his stomach. He was still breathing. The smell of poison was the same as on Clairissa's blade. That was all he needed to take his blood boil again, Artimer roared and started to charge the man. He wanted to rip the man apart then burn him, but he also wanted to interrogate the man. 'It's Darrel, he did this, shall I rip him to shreds or interrogate him then rip him to shreds.' Artimer said through their link, his blood rage very evident even through this as the words actually presented in a bright crimson and even burned a little.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>'How is this possible,' Darrel thought as he lay on the ground holding the wound that had appeared from no where. He tried to pull on his shadow self to disappear from the raging dragon, but he could not pull from it, nor was he able to move at all. 'The Master said I would be able to tell if the dragon he brought me was bonded, how is it possible that they were able to hide it from him." Darrel started blacking in and out, but he found that with him not being able to move he was also very aware of what was going on.