<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pnWmXJz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>April 1, 0730pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Raven Park, how'd she get here i wonder?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The gang<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Vibin<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Hmph. There's nothing inappropriate about my dress..." Sashiko muttered with a pout, as it seemed even Poppy was agreeing with this lands dress conduct, a little. The topic shifted on to talk about lodging, Poppy beseeching the man to let her stay with the two of them. It would benefit, to be allowed to stay in someone's home. But, Sashiko wasn't one to impose herself on another, perhaps Poppy's request would be granted. And besides, it seems there were yet more important matters at hand. Shuddering bushes, and predators ready to pounce. Poppy putting her powers to good use and protecting the commoner, a talent that only she had. All Sashiko could do to protect others, was to use her speed and violence to make sure no threat could exist in the first place.<br/><br/>"I'm re- ah. Ready." Briefly caught off guard by the pink bubble that was blown and popped at Poppy's lips. Not a flinch at the appearance of drakes from the bushes, but the strange little candy was what got her. Her focus needed to be elsewhere, on the prey at hand. She singled out one of the green drakes for herself. Poppy could take the other. Opening up, Sashiko led in with a powerful leaping kick, sending both her and the drake away from the other one. Sashiko's sword wasn't a delicate and precise tool. She needed open space to swing it, open space without having to worry about hitting anyone else. With that room created Sashiko's right hand erupted in to purple flames, taking the form of a massive sword, with a single curved blade edge. The sword was put to use right away, it's handle raised up high and the blade pointed down, it's wide and flat surface used to keep the drake's claws at bay when it came at her, leaping roaring and swiping. But, she had been blocking mightier blows just earlier this morning. This creature was almost gnat-like in comparison... but it's claws could still rend flesh, super-human it may be.<br/><br/>Sashiko shoved back, using the flat of her blade to push the drake back, then move in to winding her sword back, and letting loose a horizontal sweeping slash, aimed for the beasts snout. Her hair and coat-tails whip around her in her single spin, a whirlwind of black and purple briefly revealed in the night. Alas, the creature was swift, and it hopped back, out of her biting reach. Just a mere feint. Showing her own speed, even before the Drake's paws hit the grass, Sashiko disappears and reappears in the blink of an eye at it's side. Her boot strikes it's soft underbelly, kicking it up several feet in to the air. She crouches down low, one hand on the swords hilt, the other planted on the ground. She leaps up, pushed in to a frontflip. Her sword starts leaving a black trail behind it as it starts to arc beneath her body as she flips head over heels, then back around. Momentum as it lowers, rises up, then  strikes down on the drake's midsection. She didn't get as much height or force behind it as she could have, Sashiko needed speed to pull this off more than anything. But, it was enough. Her blade devoured scale, bone and flesh, enough to cut the creatures spine in twain about the middle of it's back.<br/><br/>Sashiko landed, her coat-tails fluttering up as the air below pushed against it. Bent over at the waist and some at the knees, her hand touching the grass again to balance her landing. Her sword was left buried in the creature's back for a moment, before she recalled it. Returning to an ephemeral puff of flame and disappearing, leaving only the nearly bifuricated and dead drake. Sashiko rose from the rather showy-crouch she had landed in, standing up straight and setting her coat-tails right, to only reveal as much as she normally wished. And, turning to check in on Brett and Poppy. Taking a little saunter-over to Brett, to perhaps help him from the bind he'd been left in, unless he'd already freed himself, trusting in Poppy to handle herself.<br/><br/>"Little predators... Like wolves that stalk forests in packs, though magnitudes more dangerous than they. These kinds will flock to any territory they can try to claim, staying out the way of bigger and deadlier predators. Dragons, proper winged tyrants they be, or us, those who hunt all their ilk."