Imagine Drakons

Amadeus underwent another sudden pang of emotions, which she had been anticipating. Fear seemed to be the largest factor, followed by defeat. A forced laugh broke through his mouth as he held out another bottle.

"They're not dead enough."

Don't do it.

"Heh, that's the spirit."

Quit talking.

Ade was submerged in frustration, the cocktail zipping through the window as the flames reared up. Her brows were knitted together, averting Amadeus's gave.
She's probably what made him mad. And scared. And sad.

Dude, you're an aura reader. Just go check.

She gave him a sideways glance, taking his deflated hopes into account.

Just kidding that's a terrible idea I'm an idiot.

She was too busy mentally scolding herself to notice him gathering the supplies. She didn't bother looking up at his inquiry, her gaze fixed on the doorway as she said, "Huh? Oh, yeah. Let's go."

Ouch. Way to be enthusiastic.

She refrained from planting her palm in her face as she made her way towards the door, scanning the scene outside. There were perhaps six mistlings remaining, three of which being the thick-skulled Drakons.
Dang, she hated those things.
There was also a fairly large Arubi, accompanied by two Nemesi. They didn't seem to be here by choice, considering their wings were bent at unnatural angles.

She assumed the flames would attract Sprites. Stupid fairies could never take a hint.

"Onetwothreego," She said, the jumble of words pouring from her mouth as the door nearly swung from its hinges.

Okay, so she couldn't help herself. The situation was far too bleak for her liking.
She walked towards the flames with an unconscious smirk, all of her force concentrating in her arm as she brought her axe across a Drakon's face. It's large jaw fell to the ground, the howl of pain indicating the two's revelation.

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Notes: OPAL PUT THOSE GODDAMN PUNS BACK IN THE GARBAGE WHERE THEY BELONG.
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Ade ducked beneath the Drakon's cuff. She swiftly pulled out her sword, piercing its chest as it fell with a thud.
Amadeus mumbled something incoherent. She glanced towards him, but her attention quickly shifted towards the enraged Nemesis behind her.

Oh, come on. Give me a challenge!

She fell to the ground directly before the canine lunged at her. She rolled forward, her back rooted to the ground as her legs sprung skyward, digging into the Nemesi's breast. Its balance had shattered, and she sent it whizzing to the fiery tendrils below.

Ade slowly rose to her feet, the roasting carcass no longer visible under the hissing flames.

"GO FETCH OR WHATEVER CATS DO!"

She didn't have to be an aura reader to sense his annoyance. She couldn't restrain herself from smiling, but figured he was too preoccupied to notice the slightest twinge of her lips.

She picked up her axe and sent in towards the Drakon approaching Amadeus. It wedged itself in its skull, yet didn't dig deep enough to reach its brain. Actually, she was slightly surprised that it didn't ricochet off its head.
It hissed menacingly, yet it's bloody legs suggested that Amadeus had left it immobile.

"Y'know, we really ought to roof run after this. Considering the ruckus we're making."

She certainly hadn't considered their means of escape until that very moment.

"Uh... Yeah. Let's do that." She wasn't paying much attention to her response, but rather a new and final Drakon now gaining on Amadeus.

She reached for her sword, only to find an empty sheathe.

She frowned. Her sword slept inside the first Drakon's chest, undisturbed by the encroaching flames.

Crap.
She had a dilemma on her hands.

Her brain refused to function as she charged towards the new Drakon, her small dagger aimed forward. She threw all of her weight on the lizard, driving her knife into its neck. It toppled slightly, but remained upright for the most part. The small blade hardly had any affect.

At least she got it's attention.

Tags: Amadeus Wren
Inspiration: yo dude I was listenin to from shadow too ;D
Notes: I was gonna make it longer but I decided nah
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Ade growled as the Drakon almost effortlessly rammed her to the ground, saliva oozing from its mouth as it pegged her arms to the ground. The barb on the point of its tail suspended itself over her face, tracing her features delicately as if to tease her. Its apparent amusement made her sick.

What possessed her to do this? She should've known better. Honestly, if she died right now, it would be the lamest death ever.

She saw something flash through her vision, no such sound following it. It danced through the air, the weapon in its hand wiping over the Drakon and dismemberin the tail.

Oh hot damn that thing could move.

Before she could fully process the events, Amadeus was laying beside her with his pistol at hand. He inserted a bullet in their offender's throat, the arteries sliced open as blood rained on them both. It fell to the side, defeated, and the two were left gazing at the ashen sky.

Silence.

She wasn't sure what she should do, but she knew that she was blushing madly.
Nearly every fiber in her being told her that she should kiss him. Screw thank you's, he'd get the message.

The wounded Drakon behind them gave a low-pitched snarl, but her mind was clogged enough as it was. The hostility in the area had deflated, the quiet sparks of fire filling her ears calmly.

Then, without any sort of warning, she burst into laughter.

Nervous laughter? Probably. This didn't seem like the most opportune moment to do such a thing, but she could hardly tame it at this point.

No, wait. Now it's turned into real laughter. Her nervousness slowly drifted away, replaced by the idiocity of the situation.

"We're dumb," She stated bluntly, her laughter diffusing.

"We" meaning her.

She remained silent for a few more moments, the overwhelming urge to kiss him dwindling away.

She spoke up soon after. "Although maybe we should leave before we turn into firewood," She said with a shrug. She really didn't want to get up, but her common sense was finally kicking in.

Tags: Amadeus Wren
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Notes: the awkwardness will build itself back up believe me
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Ade threw herself upwards after Amadeus, stuffing a few cocktails into her arms at his request. Another wave if lust swept past him, which she did her best to ignore. She couldn't be a hypocrite right now.

"I think I sprained something. We should definitely get going."

She looked at him again, now noticing his discomfort and pain. She frowned. "D'ya still wanna go on the roof? I mean, I dunno how good of an idea it is right now." She might prefer the ground at this point. Actually, at all points. She always had a hell of a time climbing up anything, including stairs.

Her mind snapped quite suddenly. There was something she was forgetting.

She spun around, dashing towards the flame wall as she noticed the hilt of her sword protruding from the flames. She retrieved it, leaping away from the rapidly increasing fire.
Huh.
That wasn't natural.
It's almost like-
Oh shit.

Ade swept beside Amadeus, her arm swung over his shoulder to offer him stability. She hastened forward without much warning. A few Sprites emerged from the flames, giggling as they trailed closely behind the two.
No.
She was not doing this.
Screw it.
Screw it all.

She pulled behind the depot, the flames lessening along with their time.
She faced him quickly, saying, "Oooorrr we could go on the roof. Not gonna be picky here."

Tags: Amadeus Wren
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Notes: Yeah, I'm making a suckish post before I go to bed.
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