((OOC: Adun, I will say this only once, but stop being so bloody cheap with your fights. They maybe cannon fodder, but they not that battle stupid. Be a little more creative with your posts or else I'll sent someone there to show you using your character as the demo rat.) Nydyna was enjoying the fight as much as the spectators were. She was very excited to follow her instinct about the dark sir, that she broke her statue state and begin cheering for the fight, screaming with delight. Her bliss was cut short as when Ziechs gave a very critical blow, that made her sink back, taking that her enjoyment will end very soon. She looked away until a fierce gasp from the crowd as Dreed dealt the fatal blow, impressed that he did it in such a state. Watching him about to fall towards his injuries, she slide down against the sphere caging, not preferring the comforting delay by taking the stair was at the entrance as she commanded the door to open, grabbing the operator by the neck in order to haste. It was just then that a femme leap pasted the crowd, pasted her, and to rushed to Dreed. Nydyna was quick to move out of the, but insulted by the girl emotional insolence. She didn’t say anything while she tried sucking some of the poison out of his lifeless form. Nydyna shook her head at the girl’s stupidity as she was risking herself, and then walked to Ziechs corpse around the tail. Her claw scrapped some of the venom from the bone and handed it to the apothecary who found himself at her side, smearing it upon a piece of paper he had. As he left, she began her walk with Dreed just as this stranger was attacking the corpse like a deranged animal. Audience gasped, but Nydyna was very furious. They held her long enough for them to take the body out of the sphere. She whispered one guard to take Dreed to the infirmary, and summon Serris, the best of her magical healer. Just as Faedra finished her line, she felt something hard against her cheek, strong enough to bring her bring down on the metal lacing. . .a slap. Nydyna stood over her feeling a little skin raking one of her nails when she did it, <span style='color:#0C820E'> “Stupid girl! He did it for the same reason the dark one killed him! If you let your rile emotions persists like that idiotic display, you won’t live too long." </span>She snarled with pure acid in her throat, leering like she wanted to hit her again, but then she turned around, walking almost at the exit before pausing, <span style='color:#0C820E'> “…he will live. I won’t allow him to die.,,,I’d never let my debts go unpaid….and bring that girl a distilled version of the anti-venom once it completed…she’ll need it" </span> Saying the last past to the guard before leaving to the infirmary. _________ A wide smirk entered upon his smile, although he tried everything in his power to prevent it. Shiraz’s little battle thrill was smellable to Archon’s senses, and he really liked it. It been while that he was invited to fight, mostly because a lot were just plain scared of him. The tale of his bloodlusty insanity has stained his reputation enough for most not to pick a fight with him. Insanity plus years of blade and bone breaking techniques and deaths were all thanks to that and he became the second of the Trident for Nadyna because of it. <span style='color:#811214 '>“Fighting is as natural to me as breathing, dear." </span> The rowhand rolled his final dice and put it into his hold afterward, knowing that Archon would have not choice. It was a three, a miserable gash into his score. His final score was 20, but it didn’t seem to matter to him much since his mind slowly surface into the excited nature that would cause his machina to loosen it micro-robotic joints, his tail to extend when he desired. He was much faster than his metal points showed and most people made a deadly mistake to think otherwise. <span style='color:#811214 '>“but…I won’t fight in a dirty arena if that’s where you’re getting at. I know the owner….too well. "</span> His metal tail swayed with an interest, <span style='color:#811214 '>“I was thinking about visiting it anyway, to see if there was something worth smashing about. You’re happy to come along, and you may get your request during my taking out the trash." </span> He was talking the new fighters that making dome fighting too easy or just too stupid Archon loved to handle the over-magic using sorcerers, how helpless that they once they realize that he hard to hit or be fooled by magic. If he found something worth tearing down to size, he will have a more scarier smile than he was giving Shiraz just now. <span style='color:#811214 '>"If you don't roll the lady's dice by the time I blinked..." </span>
Once the guards got Dreed into the infirmary, the high healer comes from a back room with two other female 'dragons. She looks over at the guards then nods her head to them. They turn and head back out of the infirmary and close the door behind them. The three healers come about the weakened and nearly dead Dreed, holding their hands out over him. The high healer leans in and runs her hand down along his blooded chest gently as the other two began to chant the healing. She slides her hand over the wound at his stomach then slides her eyes shut slowly. A deep silver arua emitted from her form into her hand, causing it to spread out over the surface of Dreed's wound. Draws her hand back shortly after starting the healing and the two spots where Dreed was speared was healed over. Opens her eyes slightly and smiled looking upon Dreed's healed wound. Nods her head slowly then moved her hand up along his body resting it over the massive hole in his chest. Glares slightly looking over and feel the vemon that surged through his veins. Licks her lips lightly and looks over her shoulder to the male that was carrying anti-vemon with him. She takes up the vial then places it on the table next to Dreed. Turns her eyes back to Dreed as the male walks out of the room handing off the vemon to one of the guards then closes the door. She closes her eyes once more then the other two females reach forth and place their hands on the back of hers. All three begin to chant together as the silver arua with a red one flowed out over Dreed's body. The energy ingulfed him instantly and began to repair and fix everything else that was wrong with Dreed. About a half hour later, the females draw back and wince from weakness. The master healer draws back shortly after and drops to her knees along side Dreed's bed. Lifts her eyes up looking upon him then moves up along the bed. Gets up next ot Dreed's face then kisses his maw with tears running down her cheeks. "Thank you...master fighter. My brother's life was avenged...", she spoke softly as she broke way from Dreed. Turns her eyes back to the other wipping away her tears. Nods and heads over towards the back room with them closing the door. A male comes out of the back of the room, baring a red scar over his left eye. He glances down upon Dreed glaring slightly. Turns his eye away then takes up the vial from the table. Takes a IV line and sticks it into Dreed's arm. Dreed comes to at the sudden poke then takes hold of the doctor's arm. He looks at him weakly then drops back against the table. Winces as he feels the chilled fluid began to flow into his system. The doctor pulls his arm away and sticks the vial into the IV Feed. Takes his hand back then walks over to the door. Goes out and finds Nadyna, telling her take he was awake but still weak.
Nadyna slipped in just as the doctor stepped, receiving the news with slippery words of the ear. Closing the door behind, she was expecting to see his wound half-closed by the quickness she took to get here. This was not the case though Seeing him almost as good as new as far as wounds made her want to hug Serris for such excellent, if she was that kind of person. Serris whispered something into her ear while she sent the other two dragons away, while her boss nodded and sighed. The healer was one of the few that gain a right to her ear, that she will listen and grant favor, even a blood price, and unknowingly Dreed had gain that right as well. The boss vixen leaned back against the wall, smirking with a good cheer, <span style='color:#0C820E'>“You sliced him up, my third, and you did such a very good job at it….I was right about you."</span> She went up closer to unhook the metal ring on his neck. Holding it in her palm, she squeezed it, snapping into several pieces like a twig, since it was solid metal. That’s right. There were no explosives on the collar, but that wouldn’t make it wise to take every word of her as a lie. (( DND Notice: Okay, guys, I will gone this weekend, not returning until Monday or so. Thus, reply to what parts you need to then leave the thread alone. Do not post too far and advance the storyline any time. I don’t want to have to come back responding and squeezing into fifteen areas my character supposed to have part in))
OOC: Sorry Xia :( :( . i did go overboard BIC: "gaahh" screamed lukhan as the others claws hit his back. his sword had beem knocked away by a suprise blow. as the other 'dragon hit him into the air, he jumped up, ready to strike the newcomer down. to his suprise, lukhan was smirking at him. "say goodnight" he said, giving the other a swift kick in the sensitive area. the other 'dragon was distracted just long enough for lukhan to dig the leg in deeper and spin him into the ground. by this time, lukhan had been hurt quite a bit, and blood was pouring out, and the others were becoming harder and harder. he fell to the ground, unconsious from his loss of blood. OOC: is that better Xia. i hope it is. thanks for pointing out that i was going overboard.
Dreed winces slightly and looks over at her as she moves her hand up touching it to his neck. Sees her break the collar then shakes his head lightly. Likcs his lips lightly and coughs once more turning his eyes back to the ceiling. "It is good to see that I have pleased you...", he spoke softly in a weak voice but it was still strong. Reaches his weak hand up slowly as it shaked. Places his hand against his forehead, coughing again. Looks over at her out the corner of his eye then away once more. "Kind of funny...being tricked into believe that you would have the ability to get your claws on explosives. Hell even the anicents had trouble coming up with the stuff." He chuckled lightly releasing another cough before relaxing his eyes slightly. Thinks back before he went unconscious, about all the strikes and everything he took. Shakes his head slightly and sighs.
Shiraz laughed at the rowhand's hasty fear, and the dice tumbled to the table once more. She nodded rather respectfully (or she at least feigned respect) to Archon, and thanked him for his favour. The albino glared slightly at the older male, a sideways, hesitant glare, but one nonetheless. 'Razzy thought it rather nice that the employee was taking a stand for his own pride. She cast a quick glance at her roll, but before she could process it in her mind, she decided to drain the last drops of Ramathian vodka from her glass. The condensation on the chilled shotglass soaked the tips of her furry digits. She lifted the glass to her lips, her teeth clinking slightly on the smooth crystal surface. The remaining drops made her squint in spite of herself at their pure bitterness. "S'always been finely distilled here," she said, and flicked her tongue in her mouth once, as if to shake off the hard liquor aftertaste it imparted inside her maw. Turning her visage back to her dice, she saw the numbers 5, and 3. She went through the usual routine with the 5 die, and it was placed in her pot. 17 points. She smiled. She could surely win now. But-- there was a two-in-six chance she'd lose. And she decided not to take that chance. Something was screaming in her head. A metallic taste filled her mouth, and her hand, about to sweep over the dice desisively, halted. "Keep the three," she told the rowhand, her words losing some of their original confidence. It was just the strongest feeling. But the albino didn't notice, and dutifully placed the final die into Shiraz's pot. He extended a claw of his own and hit the little metal disc that served as an indicator that the game was over. A light pinging noise resounded. "Tie," the rowhand said, boredly. It was obvious that he enjoyed more of a conflict. "Good game," 'Raz said to her opponent. The rowhand quickly swept the coins into two equal piles, and shoved one to each of the patrons. He drew a cigarette from his apron pocket and lit it; now that the game was over he seemed more laid-back. The smoke curled from his nostrils, and he drew the cancer stick (as Shiraz liked to call them) from his lips and asked if they wanted another game. "I don't think so, thanks," said Shiraz rather pointedly, taking control of the situation abruptly. Collecting her runes and sweeping them into her leather bag, she looked inquisitively at Archon. In a cool voice, she said, "I don't know the owner myself, but I'm sure if I did, I wouldn't blame you. But now that the game's over, would you care to come to the arena, if only to view the fight?" Staring at him with a questioning gaze, she awaited his response.
<span style='color:#0C820E'>“You would actually be surprised with what I actually get in my paws on this late"</span> She responded toward his comment about her trick. Little better for him not to know that she was too lazy to yell at her supplier for not getting the explosives in testing that she could have collared him with before. It was just the small compact size and voice-activated that most are having trouble achieving. Hell, even the genius are right-out cared of recovering that piece of lost technology, since the more daring has lost at arm, leg, or even their body. Although she really should be leaving and seeing about the other commotion rising about in the arena, she was disobeyed her own command. Nah, she’ll leave it alone for now. Crowd already got a kick of Dreed’s fight, which was enough. Nadyna turned from her thoughts long enough to see Serris sitting around a chair nearby, punching keys onto a console in front of her. A device on the ceiling, hanging around the lights descend until it was a couple of feet from Dreed’s face. The robotic arm compressed its lower joint causing the flat-looking device to lift a few inches more before flat, semi-transparent projection shot out above his head, and then began sliding downward along his body continuously in a rhythm creating a new projection in begin of the repeated sequence. A x-ray version of Dreed’s anatomy appeared on the screen in front of the healer, and with a few beeps and click from the healer’s key-pressing, the display of bones disappeared followed by a line outline of the dragon with black background and a infrared-display of colors hovering about the chest area, showing the degrees of poison. Some of the color changed as the anti-venom was taking effect until they disappeared into the black background. The healer jumped a little as she noticed that Nadyna was watching. Her boss smiled telling a ‘don’t mind her’ with a carefree sweep with her hand. <span style='color:#0C820E'>“You don’t have to worry about me throwing you in another fight anytime soon, unless you wished it of course, they will let you fight by the command of your voice. You should enjoy the sights of this gambling city as if it was your own, maybe relax in the inn with another if it was desired. Speaking of which, I wondered what ever happened to that femme that…."</span> Her volume lowered as she was saying the last part until it was barely audible. On the serious note, she wondered whatever happened to that crazed friend of his, since she hasn’t bust though the doors at her expected time. _____________ He was a bit surprised that she called for a tie when that she had the upper hand since all she had to do was rolled a four, five or six to win compared to the possible two or one that would cause her to lose as well. Although her reluctance to press her luck bothered him a little, it was really something that he could sweep under the rug and move on. Those measly pair of coins didn’t matter to him as much as the next person that would drag some lucky dragon out of the seen places to mug him. Semi-modest dressed girls were walking about with a platter of hand eatable for patrons to pick for themselves as they passed. One of them screeched briefly in shock as a metal coil with spines sprang out to block her path. The tip of it came slowly toward her, opening the three long talon blades out and closing them gently upon pastry-like treat lifting it off her tray and towards the back of the owner who nodded his brief thanks, smiling at the bewilderment she was having. The assassin nodded towards her compromise, <span style='color:#811214'>“I guess I’ll behave for this visit. No need to lose control all the time, and maybe there was something worth watching at the Aia"</span> gathering his single stack of runets he betted with the tip of his metal claw. About to take a bite of his snack, which was a cheesy dough core wrapped with finely sliced portions of red meat cooked medium-well covered by thin layer of spiced pastry and looked like about the size and appearance of a Japanese dumpling, he paused as the rowhand lit a cigarette Such a disgusting little habit to have He noted to himself as his eyes narrowed at the rowhand and he rose from his seat, walking a distance from the table. <span style='color:#811214'>“Coming?"</span> He asked Shiraz just as he flipped a runnet over to the rowhand as if tipping him with his back towards them both. The coin with it’s glowing core flipped rapidly enough that it would knocked away the ashes off the cigarette if it didn’t knock the cigarette off out of his mouth. Either way, it got his attention enough for him to look down to see the coin going tipsy before it rested flat on the table….with the Death symbol showing as vividly between the rowhand's two eyes.
Dreed winces slightly then sits up from the bed slowly. Reaches his hand up and touches it to his chest, feeling upon the scar of where he was stabbed. Licks his lips lightly then stands up onto his feet taking hold of the IV, pulling it out of his arm. Growls lightly and stumbles a bit with his footing the shakes it off. Looks over towards Nadyna as she spoke about the things that he was able to do and everything. Lowers his eyes away from her and walks over towards the door leaving the room as he goes. Lowers his eyes down along his arm, watching an amber liquid drip out of the hole in his arm. "So, what if I was looking for that person to be you?" Turns his eyes back to her looking boldy then smirks making eye contact. "That I was looking to go and rest in the hotel with?" Dreed turns his eyes away from her then reaches his hand up pressing the switch to releasing the door, causing it to rise up. Looks outside of it toward the other two males that was standing on either side of it. Glares slightly and flexes his wings as he walked out into the hall, heading on down his way to the Inn.
O O C. Horrid, horrid post, but I just HAD to type something up before I leave. 100 apologies for the quality; I'm sneaking online; It's late. I C. Shiraz turned her head abruptly, seeing the coin fly and chop the tip of the albino's cigarette off neatly. The burnt end landed on the onyx table, fizzling out to a heap of ash matching the table's colour. 'Raz cackled viciously, before she turned to smile demurely at Archon, taking her alias's character so far as to hold out an arm for the male to hold. Her stilletos clicked sharply on the stone floor, though, a contrast to her otherwise ladylike appearance. Characters of all types passed them, some in chopped-off, scanty clothes, some outfitted in suits or gowns. There were a few with blood streaking otherwise slick and polished fur; most of these had an ugly look upon their faces, but some seemed satisfyed. All of the bloody ones were heading from one central nerve: the hall to the famed Aia. When they arrived, the seats were full of roaring pendragons, and the clink of runets was highly audible through the gigantic, circular arena. 'Raz quickly climbed the stairs around the perimiter of the chamber, finding seats close to the sandy centre. The Fronima-powered headlights up above whirled in dramatic patterns. The thrill and excitement of the night got to Shiraz, and her clapping grew from quiet, polite taps to louder slaps of paw to roughened paw. It seemed a patron had been knocked unconcious, or put there from loss of blood. The latter seemed more likely, as the male was surrounded by an inky pool that shone in the harsh lighting and was so plentiful, that some didn't even sink into the roughed-up silt. 'Raz thought she knew a male down when she saw one, and was hoping a new fight would start soon. She laughed, a lusty, brattish laugh, and let loose a quick cheer. Turning to Archon, she decided to see his reaction.
Nadyna didnÂ’t have a change in face as Dreed left. A brief giggle came from Serris behind her which sense a humored hope from Lady Poison, yet failed silent when Nadyna looked at her. Expecting a scowl from her boss, she took a deep shallow at looked at the wall rather than at the fear-inducing eyes. Her boss sighed instead, looking at the light at the wall. Then you will have long to waitÂ…long to wait. Recalling the time she ever trusted a man, she left the room, taking the opposite hall to continue her oversee of the casino. _____ (Archon's part will be here)
Dreed heads down to the casino floor lifting his eyes up looking about as he does. Licks his lips lightly and looks over at one of the girls that was going around taking orders with drinks and such then walks over towards her. The girl turned around and looked up at him with a big grin. "Oh my gosh! Tis you! I mean I watched the fight!" She yelled getting people's attention all over the place. Dreed looks away from the girl as others looked to him, faces that looked so familar from the fighting arena. Dreed sighs softly and lowers his eyes back to the girl placing his hand on her shoulder moving her aside. Makes his way past her wanting to get himself something to drink but instead got a bunch of lip. As Dreed proceeded to the inn, pendragons all around was noticing him and whispers to one another about him. Shakes his head slowly and continues on ruffling up his wings. Comes to the inn moments later then asks for a room.
OOC: SO sorry I've neglected this post...relatives are visiting and hogging all my computer time. >:( IC: Dreed? Faedra only managed to catch a glimpse of him from behind, but somehow she knew it was him. Some inner instinct must have told her. She roughly pushed her way through the crowd that began gathering around him, ignoring the curses and annoyed glares flung in her direction. Upon reaching him, Faedra placed her hand on his broad shoulder to get his attention, and when he turned around to face her, she felt a relieved sob catch in her throat. It really was him sitting before her. Dreed...I...you...I saw you...the fight...you... she stammered, unable to take her worried eyes away from him. She could hardly believe it. He had lived! Her friend had survived after all, in spite of his dire poisoned wound. Anxiously she lowered her gaze to his chest, where his injury had been inflicted, and she realized that someone had tended to it. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, grateful that she could feel a living heart beat inside of him, rather than a cold stillness. She had been so worried that he was dead, and to see him alive and apparently well was the most gratifying gift she had ever received.
Dreed was a little surprised by the outbrust of Faedra as she rushed up to him and threw her arms about his neck, holding him. Dreed smirks lightly then places one of his great arms about her gently, closing his red eyes for a short moment. Opens them back up and gives a slight glare upon the crowd then they disburst. Turns his attention back to Faedra and relaxes in her embrace as he takes up his room key from the counter. Whispers softly to Faedra as he continued to hug her, feeling a great release in his stress from the crowd and everything. "No matter how hard things get in the heat of battle...I will always reign victorious in the end." He spoke softly to her then places her down on the ground after a short while of hugging her. Looks down into her eyes them smirks lightly. Reaches his hand out to her as his slips his doorkey into his pants pocket then leads her over to the bar sitting down at a table. "I would never have expected to see you here in a place like this." He spoke rubbing the back of her paw with a black thumb. Licks his lips slightly then order two serpent vemons. Turns his eyes back to her slowly then looks back into her eyes. A kind of serious tone touches his voice as he speaks to her once more. "Tell me why you came to such a place?" He asked her still rubbing the back of her paw.
Lukhan woke up, somehow outside the dome. "crap, i must have been knocked out of the ring when i was out, thank fromia the saftey net was on." He said, sitting up. "time for a drink, i wonder if the owner saw my fight, I doubt it." He said, going up to the bar and ordering a drink.
Faedra grinned into his shoulder as she felt his sturdy arm return her sudden embrace. Ah, to know he was okay was a gift from above. She followed eagerly as he pulled her towards the bar and sat down next to him, allowing him to stroke her hand with the mannerisms she had grown accustomed to. He was the only 'dragon that she allowed to touch her. In all honesty, I do not know why I came here. I was drawn by something that I could not place in my mind's eye...I felt something pull me to it. Perhaps it was the mass of the voices coming from the arena. I do not know. But I am glad I came here and found you safe and well, after seeing you fall during the fight... Their drinks arrived, and Faedra sniffed it curiously, frowning at its odd scent. She sipped it experimentally, and found that the taste was rather enjoyable, though stronger than anything else she'd ever had. But Dreed, why were you fighting? she asked, for she did not understand why two creatures could fight each other to the death before a blood-lusting audience. She was certain, however, that Dreed had a legitimate reason for doing so, and she wanted to hear it. What did that other creature do to you? OOC: Bah, crappy post. Sorry. >_<
Dreed looks over from her slowly as the drinks arrived feeling as if there really wasn't anything to say about her comment. Licks his lips lightly and takes a drink from it slowly. Places it back on the counter then looks back to her. Hears the sound of her question about why he was fighting in the first place then nods to her. "I...I had to fight or...my life was to end by the hand of that other 'dragon." He spoke softly taking up the drink once more then takes another sip from it. Places back on the counter and continues to rub gently on the back of her as he relaxed lightly. Looks over away from her towards another 'dragon, glaring slightly. "I had to fight that 'dragon for my hostess...making him no more." He spoke coldy as he continued to stare at the 'dragon, growling at him.
Lukhan slowly sipped his drink, looking around, taking in the sights. "What a wonder, how a place that glows like this can be one of the worst places to live, it is ironic." He said to himself.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Answer: Never! *ducks at the rotten food chucked at her* Actually, I decide to start a post ahead with Archon's part snapped in. Sorry for it being a tad short, well, I was practice self control here. *points at the lengthy last part where she lost her ever-loving mind x.x</td></tr></table> Dreed and Faedra’s palaver was being watched, showing on a flat lay of crystal and hanging over her head. It wasn’t that they were special as the image was turned away for the coming of another. Nadyna was in the viewing room. The many blue orbs along the wall were more than just pretty décor, but a formina-power device that display visual items to another room, which was the one she was in along with two of the staff. Switches flipped up and down as the flat pan of clear stone changed images from the peka room to the elevator where two dragons were unbarring it all in front of them with everything nasty known in life. The showing watched longer as the staff were smiling and it was when one cheered for the couple that Nadyna snarled and the impromptu fear of them both hastily changed the image. <span style='color:#0C820E'>“Stop it, right there"</span> Nadyna prompted as she noticed someone very familiar by the certain cross in his right eye. _________ Archon looked twitched with certain interest looking about the arena, watching to see that Shiraz or Azalea as he know her, gave a shout of them that make him pleased, although he did get the impression that during their game they missed something big. He was pretty sure of looking up at the sphere cage hanging high above the sand pit and smelt…blood and lot of it for a death to be involved. The bookers looked overworked and were almost cranky to take up bets from raging patrons, as he wondered if they remembered him from two years ago. Archon grinned with glorified thought in his mind and resisted laughing and roaring with the most of the them…until he did shout for a another fight to begin upon the ending of the previous one…although the temptation build within him wanting to sign for one himself. <span style='color:#0C820E'>“Last time I saw you, you slashed up my pretty leg."</span> All that good cheer paused at the sound of that voice. Archon turned around seeing Nadyna though the crowds as she broken thought them, coming at arm range of the two. Nadyna broke into a curious smiled, giving Shiraz at brief but cheerful glance then Archon who lost his smile,<span style='color:#811214'> “I don’t supposed you're here to asked for repayment…"</span> <span style='color:#0C820E'>“Not if I asked for my injury, which I did,"</span> Nadyna smiled, looking behind them at the Aia Sphere then at him, <span style='color:#0C820E'>“besides, even if I wanted to, it appears that I won’t have time to do you for it anytime soon…" </span> as she turned away walking in the outside of the Jaita Aia. Shiraz could hear the deep rise and fall in Archon’s chest as he gave a deep breath. He was thinking about how he got himself into a fight in the Aia a long time ago which then led to a fight with that departing bitch. With a very dead tone, he murmured, <span style='color:#811214 '> “That smile…"</span> then little louder for Shiraz to hear him, <span style='color:#811214'>“There’s some good news and some bad news…the good news is that she won’t be here to make our visit here a living hell. The bad news…is that I will feel sorry for the poor bastard that just got caught in her dreaded eye. Someone is about to bleed, according to her."</span> ______ The rest of her oversee trip was less than peaceful. An informant led her into a crooked loan shark who was using fake runets to scam patrons out of their valuables. Of the patrons wouldn’t know what trick was going on until they cash in, and the machina that scanned the crystal inside the coins begins rejecting the counterfeit coins. Nadyna seems cheerful with interest, inviting the loaner over to her suite for a midnight snack although it was already an hour after twelve. She sat gracefully on the end of a low-raised table, which was piled with a meal than a smack, as the loaner was sent into her parlor of her villa. Lights bounced off the faded gold walls, enflowing her emerald coat with its mystic beauty. Risking Nadyna’s impatience, the male took his time to sit down, observing the garden of her living space with rare flowers and fountain was mounted on the wall was made to be the side of a mountain. <span style='color:#0C820E'>“I have many things to do before the sun rises, Maza. I suggested you enjoyed the scenery sitting down"</span> Maza looked to notice Nadyna’s displeased look for him taking his time. Nadyna worked with her pleasantries the best way she could manage in her recommendation the kindest way she could…while she really wanted to rip his throat out. Maza took his seat on the other end of her and began helping himself to dishes. He finished four of them before he went to business, as he didn’t notice that the whole time Nadyna only had a glass of wine. “So you’re consisted having me as an official loaner of the casino," Maza’s word garbled though his feasting on a fowl’s leg, “I wouldn’t blame ya, madam, the word’s been around that I’m the best manger with those tiny coins of yers." <span style='color:#0C820E'>“Oh? You don’t suppose that I would care less with you knew how to stack children blocks into a castle."</span> Nadyna maliciously smiled behind the glass of wine, handing it to a passing servant, while the servant handled her something else underneath the table, “You’re right about something. I have plans to make you an official…." Maza smiled at the thought and word official, but it all turned down into when Nadyna finished her sentence with, <span style='color:#0C820E'>“…example"</span> The dragon scrambled from his seat, but when he stand up fully, his body fully collapsed on his stomach as if someone cut his nerve inside. He was motionless on the ground as Nadyna walked around him so he can see her face showed him the tincture of a violet fluid, <span style='color:#0C820E'>“Interesting stuff here…from the fangs of one creature in the swamp could only filled one fifth of the bottle. Yet, a drop in one dish will caused complete paralysis for an hour. You ate four dishes with the stuff…Need an calculator?"</span> She toss the bottled into a flaming bowl torch and it exploded with green light, and revealed a dagger from her side, the blade was curved like a moon crescent. Her fingers snapped at her servant as one locked the doors leading into the room while the one took the dragon’s right arm and removed all jewelry surrounding the wrist then held it out to Nadyna who fitted it around the inner curve of the dagger. With a playful fashion, her hand twisted and spun around with the dagger that was slowing sawing around the flesh of his wrist. The scream of pains came as fast as the blood dripping on her beautiful tiled marble until the ragged noise came from the blade as it hit bone and the blade wasn’t made to cut it. She place the dagger away and grabbed his hand from the cut and the rest of his arm and with a twisted and bend she torn the ligament off his wrist joint and with it his own hand in her grasp, lifeless and bloody torn only for him to look at from the distance, <span style='color:#0C820E'>"This is your payment for the long-term debts you caused me with your scandals. If I found your name in any line of cheating my grambling chips, I’ll have your other hand…then your feet…cutting them joint by the joint, Got it?" </span> She knew he couldn’t nodded because of the poison, but the painful and terrified look in his eyes, <span style='color:#0C820E '>“Good, now get him out my casino and let him choose to come back in whenever the poison wears off."</span> She told the guard while accepting a cloth from behind to wipe the blade clean, grumbling about how filthy and disgusted his blood was to even bother tasting it.
