Name: Marcus<br/>Current form: dragon ---> human<br/>Players nearby: syntrix and Amber<br/>Location: Flying ---> on ground<br/><br/>Marcus watched, fascinated, as this large creature seemed to finally collapse and fall apart. His eyes scanned the area as small chunks of it seemed to scatter away like spiders and hide wherever they could. His eyebrow rose when one other dragon seemed to try and kill them but he sighed, what was the point? He didn't seem to be even hurting the small creatures.<br/><br/>When the other landed Marcus moved down as well, first landing as a dragon before he began his change. His crystalined wings cracked and crumbled before folding back into him. His form began to shrink and change like all others, his muzzle moving into a human mouth and his claws becoming small and not fit for cutting. He landed near the other and folded his arms, "You shouldn't pick fights you can't win", he said as he stood in front of them, both men being of strong builds but Marcus being of a visibly greater age. Looking more to the term of a 30 or 35 year old. "It took a number of us to bring down that creature, if they meet up on another one, do you think you could kill it yourself? Or do you simply have the arrogance and foolishness of a child?". A large great sword was attached to his back, strapped behind a suit of armor. It was red and gleaming, a ruby decorating the hilt and the tip of the handle,<br/><br/>"I will not try to stop you, there would be no reason for me to try, I simply ask that you do your best to not become another casualty for our kind", he said before walking passed the man, "Now, if you excuse me I have a drink waiting for me".