<font color='#ADA96E'>Suddenly, with a loud crash, Felgrin warped closer to the other 'dragons. He brought the burning trees and molten ground with him. <span style='color:#008080'>"What the hell is your business here, mortals?"</span> He looked at the sword Naryt was holding. <span style='color:#008080'>"You wan't a fight? Then you will get one!"</span> A dual-bladed weapon materialized in his hand.</font>
<font color='#000000'>It seemed that Tyran and Naryt had both suddenly realised Naryt's mistake. But now there was no backing down. Naryt had to fight. And he would do it with style. <span style='color:red'>"Tyran! Get as far away as you can! I'll take care of this freak!"</span> Naryt hadn't needed to say that: Tyran was immediately rushing away as fast as his legs could carry him. And, in Fromina, that was astoundingly fast. Now the pure black pendragon looked towards Felgrin. A smirk came as his sword stretched into a spear. <span style='color:red'>"You'll regret this mistake, fellow immortal."</span> And with that, he lunged into the air, spinning the spear and swiping it downwards in the style of a scythe. Demons could do some rather impressive stunts, especially in Fromina.</font>
<font color='#000080'>Glytte decided her place was with Tyran, so she left with him. "Keep going!" She keptshouting at Tyran, making sure he didn't slow down. "Urgh... How could I have been so foolish?- ACK!" She had tripped over a Forest Nymph. It took a minute of staring at the thing before she realized she should be running. She continued running "I'm sorry Tyran! I... I didn't even suspect that... What happened to him?" She shook her head, trying to persih the thought of the poor student...</font>
About two seconds after Glytte had tripped, Tyran screeched to a halt, looking towards the elder. And the Forest Nymph. His eyes widened... then he heard the whistle of an arrow flying past. "Out of the frying pan and into the freezer... let's get outta here!" Once Glytte had caught up, Tyran quickened his pace. He ran swiftly, managing to avoid flying arrows. After a while he saw something up ahead... and screeched to a halt again. His eyes widened. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire... why does this have to be a nightmare?!" ((ooc: Had to modify this before posting so that it wouldn't look like powerplaying. Not that I really try to.))
OOC: Oops. Forgot this thread n' stuff. But I have to roleplay Felgrin the semi-demon, or my brain will get fried. Moo. IC: Felgrin ducked, barely avoiding Naryt's attack. Then he lunged towards the other demon, holding his own weapon like a lance. <span style='color:#008080'>"For the fires of Destro'nash!"</span> But then he changed direction, heading straight towards Glytte. It was like someone had given him an order to target the elder instead of Naryt. And actually, that was just what had happened...
<font color="purple">Glytte ran as fast as she could. She soon halted as soon as she saw something up ahead. SHe didn't know what it was, she was in a panic now. She had no idea what to do. She looked back and saw Felgrin chasing after her. She had no chance at running, so the only thing she could do was defend herself and Tyran. The pink jewel embedded on her forehead began to glow blue, along with Felgrin himself. Glytte was alright, but the tempertures around Felgrin took a plunge and the pendragon began to freeze. Ice began to form around the pendragons legs, as a result of such coldness. Felgrin what is wrong with you? The pendragon appeared a bit drowsy, but any pendragon would get tired after being exposed to such temperatures. But he still appeared to be ready to attack.</font> (OOC: Sry I have not been posting too often.. x_x and sry again if it sounds like I am powerplaying...)
