Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20180409132839

Raika took a few (or more) steps back as one of the dragons started shrieking. The feather winged dragon watched from afar as the two ‘competitors’ (she didn’t know what to call them) fought, before the blue-ish grey dragon was pushed down by the purple one. Splash was her name- or at least that’s what everyone seemed to addressed her as.

Raika wondered why she was still standing there- she should be searching for the amulet.

But there was something too hypnotizing in how the both of them moved- in how the both of them fought. Raika couldn’t leave, not before the fight’s over. She’d just watch like the rest of the chanting crowd.

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“There we go- “Mari huffed out, watching as Essca drew a few ragged breaths, before slowly exhaling.

“Get that stupid, useless, piece of trash off of me” the drought dragon moaned, as Mari merely shook his head.

“You need that, or else you’ll bleed out and die” the whistling dragon announced, before grabbing a pair of tweezers from his bag. He glanced over at Essca, who was (surprisingly) obedient, laying down on the large rock. He had either finally given into the whistling dragon’s pleas or was simply just too pained to move.

Mari assumed that the anti-pain injection was still working- if it wasn’t, then they’d have to wait another 24 hours before he could give his patient any more. That would be quite the problem- who knew if Essca would survive without any treatment for a day.

“…Stupid agent of yours…” muttered the green reptile, clenching his teeth. Mari wasn’t sure if it was because of the anger or because of the pain.

“He’s dead already, there’s nothing to be done about it. Let me see your leg, we have to get those nasty blades and thorns out of there”