Tyr's eyes cracked open. He rose to his feet as the Dark Valarinth's surrounded Sinol. Thinking quickly, he swung an AK-47 off his back and drew a long sword from his back.<br/><br/>He rushed off towards Sinol with his finger stuck down on the trigger. He ripped through their formation, swinging wildly with the sword and catching one in the face with a spray from the AK-47.<br/><br/>He turned around as the other two turned to face him. He squeezed the trigger of his assault rifle again, but all that he got was a clicking sound.<br/><br/>"Shit," he swore as he tossed the AK-47 to the ground.<br/><br/>He put the sword directly in front of him, ready to defend himself again. His face distorted to reveal two fangs at the fore of his mouth as his lips curled back in pure rage. Then he remembered Sinol.<br/><br/>"Get as far back as you can," he ordered the green half-dragon.