<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 11:22 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Metal Angel.<br/><hr/>The sound was what you might describe as nails on a chalkboard, only significantly worse, when Olivia's claws raked across the metal of Jason's body and sent him spiraling from the air like some sort of man-comet; he certainly slammed into the ground with the force of one. Somewhere in the back of his head he had to appreciate that he'd just taken a swipe from a<em>mythological creature</em>and not died. It was pretty far in the back of his head though as she followed up her attack with a dive. The ground shook when she plowed into it; her massive... paw? Crushed down on his chest and pinned him to the ground – spreading his wings wide against the dirt. She'd left his head exposed which seemed to be because she wanted to eat him. Another one of those bellowing roars and she was lunging down at him with that army of swords that she called teeth. Jason found himself snatched into her maw as she tried to chew through him, gnawing relentlessly against his armored body – which was the most awkward feeling he'd ever experienced.<br/><br/>She lifted him from beneath her claws and shook him around like a damn dog toy, ferociously chomping at him until finally she swung wildly and sent him flying. He hit the ground and skidded against it for more then a dozen yards before coming to a stop. He had rolled over himself so many times that for a moment he wasn't even entirely sure what direction he was facing. This was, quite admittedly, not how he had really envisioned this night going. They were going to talk art at dinner and have a good evening. Go for a drive and fly in the night, and then go home. This was... So much more then that. Groaning he pushing himself back to his feet and turned to face the dragon, “Olivia,” He muttered, shaking his head. A quick glance revealed that he was – as suspected – largely uninjured. Had she scratched him? Was this what cars felt like when they got keyed? He had to wonder how he was going to heal from that, would his metal always be scratched? Nothing had ever done it before.<br/><br/>He had raw power on his side, but she had size – and it was clear she wasn't afraid to use it. If he was going to keep her in check he needed to fight where he had the leverage; getting that leverage was going to be a bigger problem though, because he didn't want to hurt her. He cast a side glance to the blades of his wings, but worried they would slice right through her scaled hide and while that might slow her down, it might also kill her when she unshifted. It wasn't like he had many options, so he went with what seemed to make the most sense. “Alright, come on...” He growled at her and then turned around and launched himself into the air again, darting forward as fast as his wings could carry him.<br/><br/>With eyes open he took note of the body of water not to far and turned to head for that. If she was busy chasing him, he could find an opening to ground her again; this time though he'd cast her into the Colorado, where he size would work against her.