<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul still stared down his father, and he quickly snapped, "Well, it seems your a bit the same. Where'd you get your own robo-eye?" Nasul whipped his tail like a...whip, making snow fly a bit.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"did it myself its better anyway, and it has this" a larser scoped out of his eyed and fired a shot. it was going strat at his sons head</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul dodged. but he wasn't fast enough, the laser slammed into his shoulder, and he felt the burn swarm through him. He yelped and fell over. he hissed and tried to get up, but his shoulder hurt to much, he privately yelled to the others Help...me...! He angrily stared up at his father.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul's eye blazed over, and he snarled as he quickly threw his spiked tail out at his at his father, aiming for his chest or head.</font>
<font color='#810541'>it went right threw him "you think this is the real me? im not even here"</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul just snarled, blood was flowing through his metal where it had cracked by the laser. He quickly got up, and felt completly hopeless, the only thought in his mind was a spell. He quickly whispered, "Azglyteym!" and a loud explosion shook where Drileahe was. He had no clue were the spell came from...</font>
<font color='#810541'>"diddnt think you would figger out that fast..." the projection disappeared and the cloak fell to the ground. far away where Drileahe he said to himself in his small castle "well i geuse ill use the solid one next "</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul curled up and hissed as a sharp pain invaded his shoulder. He curled up and just wanted the pain to go away. His tail spread out on the ground, and dipped into the snow. He also dug his face into the snow to cool down. He layed there, breathing heavily. The voice from before hissed into his mind, Weak... Nasul didn't listen to it.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Hearing a yelp of pain, Dornik dashed through the snow. Icy spray took to the air from the 'dragon's four feet as it ate away the distance. Whatever was going on didn't sound good. Someone was definitely in pain. Cresting a snow-capped hill, Dornik paused at the sight. Crimson blood glittered on the snow. The feline leapt down the small rise, and he landed by the staggering pendragon. Dornik had never seen its like before. Cyborg 'dragons were not usual in the caves Dornik normally roamed. Now that he saw who had hollared for help, Dornik had no idea what to do. He just looked aimlessly around; he wasn't a healer. A nudge on his back made him turn. The qereniath was still there. It chittered in concern. Knowing not what else to do, Dornik 'pathed the wounded cyborg { ...What can I do to help??... Â }</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea was shocked, really. She hadn't a clue what to do. She was a healer, not a warrior, and the battlefield was no place for her. Though she knew if she went very far, they'd consider her a coward. But, honestly, what could she do, when all she wished for was peace? The silver pendragon slides away, though not far, and not out of sight. She knew a little magic.. but vowed to never to use it but to heal. One was to relieve pain, the other to put the 'victim' so-to-speak to sleep..</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul hissed, "Get...Elethea..." It sounded more like a whisper then a statement, "Please...."</font>
<font color='#810541'>another hooded figure appeared "‘Foolish boy! i want to kill you in person so here" he threw a mech pack them "whoever want to can fix him up if they folow the instruction. just make sure he gets better so i can kill him" the figure disapperaed just as suddenly as he had come</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Worried about an attack from some unseen source, Dornik stood over the wounded 'dragon. The qereniath jumped onto Dornik's shoulder and poked down at the blood soaked cyborg. Dornik gently swatted the furry creature. Hoping someone was nearby he yelled, "Is anybody out there??? We need help!!" Trying to reassure the bleeding 'Dragon, Dornik nudges the injured feline with his nose, "Help should be on the way."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea heard. After all, she wasn't very far. Before she heard, she'd felt. Anger, disgust, terror, and last, pain. Very horrible pain. Being an empath she couldn't get rid of the feeling, and it felt like a kick in the gut. But she had to do her duty as a healer, and hooded figures or not, she turns around, bounding through the snow, as to walk would have made it impossible to get there quick, to Nasul. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Nasul. Stay awake.}</span> she orders gently. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Think, don't speak. How deep, and what can I do?}</span></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>So much was going on at once, Dornik didn't know what to do. Nasul's whispered plea, and a mech pach showing out of nowhere. Dornik wondered what he was getting his nose into. Not trusting the advice from someone saying they wanted to kill the wounded 'dragon, Dornik left the kit where it lie. Perhaps Nasul's advice would prove better. Gathering his mental energy, Dornik shouted { ELETHEA!!! }</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea nods to the pendragon, smiling in her usual and genuine, calm manner. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{I am she.}</span></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul 'paths It's pretty deep...maybe up to the bone... He hisses in pain again. Foolish...your weak Nasul again ignores the annoying voice. Please....help me Elethea...it hurts so much...</font>
<font color='#810541'>the figure appeared agian but mad "are you pendragons idiots! use the mech pack or i will do it myself which i would not ever like to do" the figure remained to make sure the mech pack was used. if it was not another injury was going to happen soon</font>
<font color='698AAB'>She nods to Nasul, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Nasul. Stay with me, Fronima isn't for you. Not yet.}</span> Elethea lays a paw on his forehead, beneath his orange-hued mane, and relieves him his pain. Technically, she was deadening his nerves for the time being: he couldn't feel anything, still control everything, just not feel it. She looks again at his shoulder, covered in metal. Well, this would certainly be an interesting healing. For the time being, she ignores the hooded figure shouting orders. It wasn't her nature to throw insults, and she had to focus.</font>
