<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Dragon Slayer Armor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050, 0930<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Warehouse District, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fire Fight<br/><hr/>It seemed the woman refused to do what she was told.<br/><br/><strong>Hang on!</strong><br/><br/>Destrian’s eyes near bulged when the carriage jerked. He tumbled onto his side, his shoulder striking the cushions and his legs near rolling over his head. His legs dropped when the vehicle had finished turning the corner. Grasping the seat for dear life, he gazed at the back of Reese’s chair as though he were regarding a lunatic. She was worried about being killed by the wyvern. He was worried about being killed by the wyvern and her driving.<br/><br/>He felt a breeze and looked up to notice that she had finally opened the sunroof. Before he could even act, Reese decided to spin the vehicle, causing Destrian to bare his teeth as he braced himself. The Escalade briefly ceased its motion, rocking before it proceeded with the next gear. There was a loud thump of a Dragon Slayer being dumped onto the SUV floor as it sped into reverse. He had to get the hell out! He ignored Reese’s question as he uttered a loud growl of frustration before leaping through the roof.<br/><br/>Destrian ascended several feet above the Escalade. His ejection drew the mother’s attention as her head craned and craggy teeth spread to snag him. The Dragon Slayer pointed with his index finger. His other digits were curled as a rod of fire extended into his grasp and materialized into a spear. His weapon hadn’t been much of a projectile.<br/><br/>At the apex of his ascension, Destrian thrust the end of his spear at the beast, and it became snagged within her teeth. The mother whipped her head downward, trying to dash the knight against the asphalt. He released his spear in order to safe-fall and then recover to his feet in a roll. Tossing her head, the wyvern cast the spear off to the side, and a fire ignited about Destrian’s feet. His next step erupted in a blaze, leaving behind a stream of fire that the mother snapped through, her head following the fire’s trail to the knight who had just leapt into the air to reclaim his spear.<br/><br/>The red beast’s talon reached out like a hand to slap him to the ground. Destrian dropped beneath its weight but aimed the butt of his spear toward the road. The butt struck, and the head of his spear pierced the creature’s foot causing it to scream and retract it. She sent her other foot slashing like a tiger paw. Destrian jumped back to evade the first swipe. Before the talon had a chance to raise for a second, his feet ignited, and he leapt into a spiral. The spearman whirled, slicing along the mother’s foot like a circle saw, scattering her blood and flesh.<br/><br/>With another scream, the wyvern stretched out her arms and with a strong flap, threw herself backwards away from the slayer, while sending a swirling gale to knock him out of his spin. The gust had felt like the slap from a giant, sending Destrian twisting out of control through the air. He stabbed his spear into the street to regain control of himself and anchor himself as the wyvern mother continued to flap, raising herself skyward. She squawked and shrieked in a fit, possibly cursing his name in her own tongue as she rose higher and higher into the air. Her eyes gleamed, fire flickered from her jaws, and swelled in her gullet.<br/><br/>Destrian hissed, anticipating what was to come. It wasn’t going to be the breath of a youngling, and thank the gods not the breath of an actual dragon, but it was still going to be powerful, nonetheless. Rearing back her head as the flames rolled and expanded behind her teeth, she thrust out her neck and spewed on a low roar that sounded like a thousand horns a river of fire. The river struck Destrian. It felt like gallons of hot water dumping on his shoulders from a great waterfall. He was engulfed in oranges and yellows; his body having vanished in the inferno before a bystander’s eyes. Inside the incinerator, he continued to grip his spear while the asphalt and stone melted into lava beneath his feet. His armor turned from red to bright white. His wrappings had long turned to ash and then into nothing. The pressure forced him to take a knee and that was as low as he was willing to go.<br/><br/>Destrian bellowed a cry of pure will and determination as he resisted the crushing force of the wyvern’s breath. His eyes and mouth mingled in the current of the flames, glowing in their own blaze. The wyvern soon lost breath, and the pressure lifted as the river began to thin into a stream. Destrian immediately pushed off the spear to his feet and laid the weapon over his arm. His hand pulled back on the spear like an arrow. The fading wyvern fire, revealing him standing like an archer with the white sphere of his eye leaking a banner of fire. The end of his spear popped and flashed with spirals of flame that lashed the street. Destrian released his spear, and it flew like a missile passing between the wyvern mother’s gaping mouth to pierce the roof of her mouth. The explosion was thunderous and instantaneous as a large fireball replaced the her head. Her wings fell limp as the body tumbled from the sky with smoke and fire spewing from the end of her neck.<br/><br/>The dragon arm flipped through the air as it fell toward Destrian, and his hand rose above his head to catch it. Lowering the weapon, he turned toward the SUV, and if Reese had been still present, she would find the Dragon Slayer glaring her way while a great wyvern struck the street behind him. He no longer had a veil to hide his ugliness. Waves of heat and smoke were rising off his armor, his wavy skin, and hair. His milky-white eye sat above an inhuman jaw of dragon teeth, stretching his flesh as it occupied the entirety of his left cheek. He hadn’t forgotten that she initially questioned his order, and then near hindered him from performing his duty.