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Underground, a series of tunnels led two black hooded figures. Their steps were ever light and quiet, leading to some more paths. One was a furry female, obviously for some noticeable cleavage views, slender figure and fluffy tail jutting out the back of her get-up. The other just being a simple male; a simple male bearing the same clothed uniform with no other physical characteristics or features, besides being a couple feet taller than the little lady. The two walked down a few more abandoned walkways and after a short time both made their way to a dead-end wall. It was a tiny mishap for their mission, but not a challenging trial.

The duo cast glances at each other for a moment and the hooded women tilted her head towards the wall and the male just stared at her notions.

"Can you get it hun? My poor paws are still so achy from playing with that meanie of a general" she asked, moving her hood off to partially reveal her snout. A momentary pause and a simple sigh came as a reply from her friend. The snout formed a coy smile, grinning in her succession. Wrinkling her snout to the dusty air, she waved off the particles and feigned weakness.

He just stood there, making not but a whisper.

However faint that whisper was meant to be the women still caught it with her sensitive ears. The woman's hood gave a little twitch showing acknowledgement of that unnecessary comment.

"Come on, you're supposed to be the man here, so man up Mr. Silent" she provoked. A quick reflexive glare to her and he sighed again. Knowing he can't let her have the satisfaction of embarrassing himself.

The big lug stepped forth and entertained the magically encrypted stone, waving hands left and right while the other began a whistled tune with her lips, settling in and swishing her tail rhythmically in time with a self-taught melody. The male, calmly irritated with his partner's attitude, was busy working on the wall. The magic encoded on it proved more complicated than her thought. Every pattern changed when he made a mistake, causing his frustration to rise.

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Beyond the slabs of hardened rubble was a huge main hall, with a series of alluring blue lit candles decorated evenly across the passage, tables placed side-by-side in a long sequence going one direction, all ending with an even brighter light illuminating the end. A stonewall gave way and the two hoodlums resumed their walking, this time down the bright dining hall.

Each time the duo paced pasta pair of candles they winked out and gave a small hiss at them. They shrugged off the noise and continued on the path. The hall constantly became darker and darker; some turns already dark enough to be blind. An armored figure resting in a sitting position gave out a groan and welcomed the dark again.

"Grahh, is it already time to go?" a roughly voiced male sounded. Another armored figure standing proudly next to him was stone still. He viewed how lean and curved the armor was, probably built for speed. A mirthy rumble came from his mouth as he pats his heavily plated armor and guards.

"Heh, not like you're going to be saying anything" He chuckled to himself, staring at the still mannequin wearing armor. The man glared at the statue, it held down a great blade in a knight pose. The cleaver was just up to the hollow vessels shoulders and maybe a third wider han the waist, a nice and noble classed blade; had the weapon been actually made of steel rather than stone, then maybe it would be better valued.

"Or going to be missing this beauty anytime soon" he added.

The man gazed long enough to notice the hall getting dimmer with a soft noise of steps growing louder. He kept quiet, listening in on the noise. The light taps became louder and the male stood and headed off down his own dark hallway.

"Don't make a fuss, I can just be a bitch and make you do this all yourself" the furry women complained. Her companion only gave a brief chuckle to the moment and paused. They nearly reached the end of the hall, the bright end flashing lights.

"Yes, I know. Perverted joke grand antics. Now let's keep walki-..." she ended, following his sight. She immediately readied a pair of daggers hiding in her sleeves and the guy formed a huge battleaxe out of ice. The reaction was instant the moment they all saw each other.

The gruff male with plated armor sat at the end of the tables. Only one candle remained and it was placed in front of the armored man. His face barely visible, a blubbery hide, garish grin, large scar going from the upper lip to his nose. Black and white blotches covering his skin. A strong thick tail splitting into curved fins. Orange eyes glared a lazy expression at their visitors.

The hooded pair, weapons ready, remained vigil watching for any twitch of movement.

"Oh what a nice way to greet an old friend" the orca greeted, his flashy smile still gleaming a sickening intention, lazy eyes watching over the two. The woman kept an eye on their opponent, not surprised by his presence here. It wasn't enough of him to do 'that' to her friends, but now to go as far as this? It was beyond low, too far from his natural ways.

"You know, this would actually be a very good reunion for all four of us, wouldn't you say?" Both the combat ready coats gripped their weapons tightly.

"Don't you dare mention something like that!!! It was because of you-" a hand cut her off, and she stared daggers at the whale. His smile unaltered by the stare, even when they both gave it now.

"Making excuses for your mishaps; nothing ever changes does it Viola?" He asked, a sterner stare aimed at her. The aggression in the room rose further, becoming actual warmth, or not.

Viola grit her teeth, the canines partially biting into her gums. She knew all she needed was Gaves for this, but the intention of the mission is starting to turn over another direction. Too much personal business was left unsettled with this son of a bitch orca. She readied her daggers for a lunge and took a glance at her partner. The silent giant nodded and had already had begun the chants and, with a free hand, summoned a red sigil with flames forming a blade. His heart rate increased his pulse pushing more blood into around his body. The stage was already set to begin and their act the beginning scene.

"Gaves, you know offense isn't your style, and Viola, we both know your weak spots" the large mammal provoked. A small stammer from the two, he wasn't lying.

"Although, I have been waiting for you both for awhile and how rude would it be to hold you both from your own goals. So let us begin this duet, shall we?" he said.

A duet? The phrase baffled Viola for a moment, giving a split second thought. A loud crash and piercing clang were the next noises made. In a flash, a huge ice-cold battleaxe smashed itself in front of the women, effectively blocking a smirking orca and his stone greatsword. Gaves stood behind the axe and watching the motions play out.

A straight sword thrust, reel back and counter with a full horizontal swing and finish with an airborne crescent slash. It was his strategy, ever since birth. They all knew their techniques well enough to be familiar by memory. The exact thoughts played out naturally.

Gaves shattering away his axe then attempting a swing with the flaming sword. Only missing a second late and ducking, parrying the second strike while taking the time to prepare a spell.

"Here it comes!" screamed the mad cetacean from above. A glow came from below and the light blinded him for a moment. This managed Gaves to vault Viola with an arm and releasing a blinding light. Violas daggers aimed for the chest cavity in the bright flash.

All she saw was a shade and made contact. The lights grew brighter in the other room and the flash dimmed slowly.

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Beyond the fight clashing outside double doors flew cords and wires all around the interior walls of the auditorium. Chains held fast against a thrashing monster in the center. Roars of pain and loud crashes blocked off by the sound proofed room. The creature adorned with shiny black scales,tri-horned head, grey talons, and body length wing. The membrane on each wing had holes torn into them, preventing flight. White underbelly with large pectorals and a sheath with balls on the end, obviously marking it male. Blood dripped from his snout from a gorged out eye socket, it was a big bloody mess really. The dragon gave another pained roar, only later to have a muzzle forcibly strapped to its snout.

"Finally, damn thing wouldn't shut up" exclaimed a male wolf in general clothing. His tail swishing about in patience. He surveyed all the progress with the mages and scientists working about on his project.

"Sir, we don't have time to run a full test if we keep this up..." said a scientist. "We'll only end up killing the subject by then" the scientist finished. The complaining in his voice gave the wolf a little irritation.

"Are you saying we can't get this done?" the wolf asked.

"N-no sir, I'm just saying we won't have enough time to finish and with the intruders just a wall away from-"

"Then maybe you should stop wasting time and go assist the blood testing!!!" shouted the angered dog. Receiving a nod from the man and returned aid his fellows. The wolf watched the dragon again; it made him cringe to see such things, but this was needed for such success.

Another loud boom from outside caused more worry for the workers and less fortitude to the wolf. There won't be enough time to get it all done. Some mages draining the dragon's life became a little distracted from the outside battles effects. This gave the dragon enough time for a small move. He managed to free a clawed hand and with quick succession, broke the chain holding his other arm.

"Increase the pressure! Make sure it stays in the circle!" yelled a mage. The wolf watched with interest in the old drake, keeping a distance away from the end of the magic container.

The dragon felt more weighted and halted just as the magic shield rose in front of the wolf. The dead gaze they gave each other chilled the room, one festering in anger and rage, the other calm with a cold glint in the eyes.

"You're making a big mistake by betraying the clan" the dragon spoke, but only got a laugh from the wolf.

"I'm not betraying anybody, only continuing with the work we started" added the wolf.

The two stared for a while until a low humming stirred their minds. The hums grew in depth and shook the walls. A few mages had completely lost focus in holding the barrier. The remaining few held their ground on the weakening shield, it gradually fading a bit from lacking potential.

Even with an unstable shield the dragon couldn't muster enough strength to break the field. The humming continued and grew louder in time.

"What are they trying at?" questioned the dragon. The wounds he sustained were great, barely able to keep the adrenaline going without succumbing to fatigue.

"Like it'd matter to you now" the wolf commander replied.

He watched the lights get brighter and shine down where the dragon was loose. The beast eyed him once more and turned to the light, awaiting the results. The wolf heard a ping and gave a slight smile, time to begin.

"I'm going to ask you again, where is she?" the wolf asked, his cold eyes bearing another cold gaze.

"I already told you...to fuck off" he finished.

"Tch! That's so typical of you Rauss" the wolf exclaimed. "Always so stubborn, even in a situation you have no control of"

Rauss merely huffed a bit of smoke at him and sneered off, looking in another direction. Making sure he was effectively trapped still made the dragon sigh. There's no use in straining himself more, just need a tab of patience. Damn the pain in his right eye, the blood was still dripping about everywhere.

"Ok then, last chance" he began, "tell me where the girl is hiding" demanded the wolf. No clear sign of irritation visible on his muzzle still. The dragon took one claw and pointed it to his head, smiling

"In... my head and you'll never get the key to unlock it" said the winged lizard.

A sigh came from the wolf as he waved off, signaling the mages to continue. The pressure eased a little, but the light blinked out completely and the room went dark. An awkward silence swept the room. The lights returned in a form of jagged rain, striking the trapped dragon with volts of electricity. The shock ran through Rauss' body pricking every muscle with foreign energy.

As the lightning finished it left a simmering pile of blood and scales barely able to make a breath. The wolf came back with a glass of wine, stirring it in his palm. One sip of his drink and he stopped to re-do the process, again.