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This new technique that surfaced suddenly...Abu mentioned that...I should be careful with it. But why do I have such an ability? No record of any dragoon having this is baffling enough, but the fact that it's reacting to...No, I can't let myself lose focus. I have to learn more about it! It's the only way to get stronger...to protect those closest to me...

Date - December 31st, 2055

Location - Saint Falda, Orez delivery Company basement

Time - 12:10 pm

The mission required the proper wear, Ruru had pulled his friend away to his massive inventory of clothing. The walk-in closet was massive, having about 3 levels of clothing, from shirts, pants, sweaters, jackets. Michael had visited it before when he needed a spare change of clothes, but it was still impressive, "Man Boris...you said you get most of these for free when delivering? Do you even need so much?", asked the dragoon of fire, never one for fashion as he found it simple to wear blue jeans and some colored t-shirt. Ruru however was a major fan of keeping up with fashion, loving variety in his clothing, as well as his weaponry. He flew up to the second level to find a good option for his lacking in fashion friend.

Their training left their clothes looking kinda crappy, with their shirts torn up and jeans ruffled up from the fighting. He also took into account that this mission required them to be very discrete, his eyes catching a pair of trench coats. Michael thought they looked cool, pointing to them, "They, those look pretty cool!", he exclaimed, Ruru scoffing as he found them to be quite ugly, "Come on, this isn't the early 1900s Mike. Plus, trench coats just suck in general.", he replied while shaking his head. The dragoon of fire was disappointed, as he found trench coats to be rather cool.

"You gotta learn to look good while being out there. Though...in all seriousness. I need to tell you something dude.", remarked Ruru, his tone turning serious as he grabbed a red hoodie for his friend. It was probably a bit big but it would do, tossing it to him and looking for a complete outfit to go with the hoodie. Michael tilted his head, unsure what was the big deal, "Knowing our luck, this mission may turn sour. Things with...Brian always seems to go wrong. I'm not blaming him for it..but I'm just giving you a heads up. Don't use the D. Fusion if shit hits the fan.", explained the dragoon of wind, seeing his friend putting on the hoodie and seeing that it fit fairly well. He was then tossed a white shirt, blue jeans and a black scarf as well before floating down to earth.

Now it made sense why he wanted to discuss this in private, but Michael was not too worried, "Well...even if it does, I won't be taking any unnecessary risks. And...right. I know I just learned it and you even said, my technique...how did you put it? "Sucked Worse than Life it's self", I think it was.", quoted the fire dragoon to his friend, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. Ruru chuckled and merely said so to remind his friend that learning a new element was not going to be easy. But being taught by a pro at it would be very helpful to him, "Hey I say it out of love. Besides, It's still a big shocker to me...that D. Fusion is kinda cheap ya know. Anyway, just promise me that. It may back fire on you if you're up against a serious opponent at your level. Just use your fire as you normally would, alright?"

The two friends shook on it, Michael walking back towards Abu to discuss the final details on his mission. Ruru had decided on a camo-hoodie, hoping that things would for once go smoothly from start to finish. Though his training had achieved new techniques, he still had alot to learn about the ways of the wind, as did his friend in the art of fire.

- Back at the present

Date - December 31st, 2055

Location - Town of Haze, Slender Slick Bar

Time - 2:20 pm

"Come on guys...I really REALLY don't want to cause trouble..I got my information, I'll just kindly be on my way.", spoke Michael with his hands up defensively, only hearing the cocking of every rifle, pistol and shotgun in the room. There were probably 30 guys in the bar, with the croc being far too close for comfort with his sights set on the big prize. His double barrel was aiming right at the dragoon's chest, taking a step forward, "Eff'n yer hankerin' t'come quietly, jest hold still. Yee haw!", yelled the hick croc Billy Joe, firing the first shot right at the dragoon. He jumped quickly, seeing the wooden bar table getting quite messed up from the buckshot. As he landed, every one began firing at the human, Michael running to the side across the counter.

Every bottle of whiskey, rum, wine, beer, vodka, all shattered among the massive amount of bullets attempting to hit their target, the glass flying all over the place as the dragoon jumped through wooden ceiling above him to the upper floor. The stairs to the right was the only way up, a few guys already heading that way to ambush him. The croc merely scoffed, awaiting his chance to steal the spotlight as the trio of weasles right on up with their revolvers. However with a bright flash, they came running back down on fire, screaming in agony before finally stopping and dropping to roll, "Tch, that's right. He's the dragoon of fire after all...who here's fire proof?!", asked someone, the croc stepping up and a few other cowboy looking lizards. Luckily their scales did nothing to help promote burning like fur did, but they were also rather tough. Michael took his P.I.C. out upstairs, pressing it and realizing that he could not teleport out.

"What?..what's with this thing!?", he muttered, seeing that there was some error on the screen. He was so distracted that he didn't realized there was someone on the ceiling, another of the bounty hunters, but a gecko this time. His fingers and toes were perfect for climbing anything, quickly pouncing on top of the dragoon. It was quite a shock to him, dropping his P.I.C. down the hole he created and rolling off back to the second floor. The gecko had a knife, attempting to stab him before Michael quickly grabbed the that gecko's wrist, squeezing hard and breaking it out of reflex, then tossing him off once he hit the ground with a loud thud, "Whoa! Surprised me!", Michael shouted, realizing that he was back on ground level. The croc wasted no time, jumping forward to enusre that he was at point-blank range to fire his shotgun.

He took the moment that the dragoon was out of reach to reload, firing both barrels at the same time. The dragoon eye's widened as he was shot back, sparks flying as he himself flew back and into the back wall. Everyone cheered on the favorite of the bar, though a few taking the time to help the injured out of the bar. Though the croc got his shots in, what worried him was the important thing about a kill, "...?..Whar's th' blood? Thar's no blood!", he shouted, usually relishing the blood splatter from an up close shot. It was a point that made everyone go quiet for a moment, the dragoon standing back up and brushing the pieces of wood off of him. Everyone had a look of shock on their face, thinking that it was impossible to survive a shot like that, especially at point blank.

"...If i had been a few inches closer...I'd probably be in big trouble...can't risk him breaking my aura like that.", he thought to himself, having jumped back at the last moment. Their moment of awe was quickly broken, they began shooting again, Michael quickly ducking and sliding across the floor behind the bar. Though the counter was largely shot up, it would still make a good shield. Lager had made himself scarce behind the bar, going into the closet in the back of the kitchen as he heard all the shots being fired. It was no surprise that it was taking this long to kill that dragoon, having heard the rumors that he was stronger than he looked, but not believing it since Michael was a human.

"You guys aren't going to back down then...?", asked the dragoon, hearing that they were carefully moving closer, but still keeping their distance since they saw what he could do. Michael then decided to take initiative this time, needing to get back to Abu asap with the information he gathered. He grabbed one of the few broken bottles of vodka, remembering something he saw in a movie before. Quickly he tossed the bottle up and towards the group of hunters, making them jump back and shoot the bottle. It turned out that it was merely vodka, growling as it felt like they were being insulted. Michael tossed a few more, getting their attention once more and jumping up to blast the two bottles with balls of fire, creating instant molotovs.

"The little shit's makin' mollys!", shouted someone, the enter floor immediately becoming engulfed in flames. The panic allowed Michael to run into the flames, punching each guy in the chest, and then throwing them out of the bar. Beaten bodies were tossed out of the burning bar, knowing that despite their want to kill him, he did not want to do the same. Only a few made it outside without getting help from the dragoon, the entire bar soon becoming a sea of flames. Billy and a few of his other flunkies managed to escape without issue, but was now seething mad that his favorite spot was ruined by that human, "Grrr....'nuff of this...", he growled, being with a few other guys who didn't run away yet.

Michael casually walked out, fire not a problem for him in the least. He saw that there were still a few guys left, hoping that they would give up, "...Billy, I really suggest you leave me alone. Your guns can't hurt me, so..just call it a day.", he threatened, trying to sound somewhat intimidating. The croc gave a loud roar, enough to echo in the town to show his anger, "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Don't mock me hoomin! Yer nothin'!", he yelled, not giving up in the least. Being blinded with rage was not a good thing in the least, his fellow bounty hunters knowing that it was pointless at this point. The dragoon was too fast for their bullets, and he took on a point blank hit from Billy's shotgun without injury.

Spending time in the hospital was not on their to do list, when the risk factor is so high, "Errrm...Billy...probably...best if we wait for duu--ack!", said one of the lizards, before being smacked in the face by the butt of the shotgun. Cowards were something the croc would not tolerate, having one other thing for guys like Michael. It was a special thing, something he would use on those who seem to be far stronger than him, "Cowards are useless...", he muttered, grabbing from his hip what looked like the hilt of a blade. The rest of the cronies carried their knocked out friend, knowing it was better to live to fight another night, though Michael's attention was focused on the weapon he pulled Though it was different, the hilt looking like it was designed around a black dragon. It even had eyes and a mouth, but it was then that Michael realized exactly what that croc had in his possession.

"...?! W-why do you have that!?", he asked, looking somewhat worried as he had a flashback to a few months ago. The zoan hunter wielded a simliar looking weapon on him, one made specifically for the murder and genocide of dragonic kind. It was interesting to Billy that the dragoon seemed to know what he had, having found it years ago and since then it had been a useful weapon, "Oh? Yo' seem wo'ried now...whut happened t'thet confidence hoomin?", he asked, seeing Michael's expression change. It didn't matter now, the important thing was to get it away from him and possibly destroy it. Though maybe it would've been better to have Abu anaylze it, knowing that a Dragon Buster is incredibly rare in this day and age.

"Prepare t'die!", he shouted, running full speed at the dragoon, though not even getting three steps in before stopping in place. Billy was stopped in his tracks with an elbow to the stomach, then a punch to the chest to finish the job, knocking him out with little effort. Michael stared at it for a moment, the wind blowing past him as he was nervous to pick it up. The quiet town had been evacuated thanks to Lager's quick communication ring, the townspeople staring from on top of a sandy hill several hundred meters away. The dragoon kneeled down, and reached for dangerous weapon, thinking it was best to bring it back to Abu, "Bout time someone gave Billy the ass kicking he deserved. The way he talked just sucked.", said a voice, making Michael jump up and turn around.

Sitting at a bench about 6 feet away was a rather buff and tall orange lizard in armor, but someone who wasn't there a moment ago. Still in battle mode, Michael clenched his fist, being a bit cautious incase this was someone else who wanted the price on his head, "....Don't tell me you're also a bounty hunter..", asked Michael, sweating a bit since learning that the hick croc had such a dangerous weapon. The lizard merely laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back with his arms stretched over the back of the bench, "Hah! Take it easy kid! I'm not with those losers!", he replied, enjoying the sun, and the bar burning not to far from him. The dragoon breathed a sigh of relief, having enough of people just wanting him dead.

Though he quickly noticed the swords against this Lizard's back, the dreads he had nearly covering them from his sight. Not to mention the armor he had covering his chest and body gave him the look of a warrior, "You seem...well armed though to be relaxing in this town.", responded the dragoon, getting another chuckle from the orange lizard. He put a hand on his chin, which was a darker shade of orange, going down to the barely visible amount of chest that was not covered by his armor, "You'd need to have dung for brains to loiter around here unprotected!", he laughed, Michael giving a nod and agreeing. It would make sense to make sure you had something to keep yourself safe, the entire town made of thieves and such would warrant such preparation.

"Ah right...good point. Excuse me though...I had enough of this place for one day.", remarked Michael, grabbing the hilt of the sword. A chill went up his spine as he held it in his hand, taking a moment to put attach it to his jeans. It was a rather big hilt, but he managed to make it work, despite it hanging off his hip. The lizard leaned forward, wondering what he was planning to do with that, "Well this place isn't too bad for being in the middle of nowhere. It's actually worse now that the best place to get ribs at is gone.", commented the orange lizard, hoping to have gotten some eats but isn't too bothered.

"T-that..was those guys. They got too rowdy and went crazy. Completely not my fault in the least.", said the dragoon nervously, rubbing the back of his head as he knew deep down he was the one who went a bit rowdy. The lizard raised a brow, rubbing the yellow scales on his chin before giving a light chuckle, "Of course, of course. They don't know any better...idiots all of them. Good thing a kid like you didn't get cooked by the fire. Almost like it didn't touch you at all.", he commented, seeing the human simply walk out of the burning bar like nothing happened. Michael didn't expect anyone to be watching, least someone who seemed to not be crazy for the price tag stuck on his head.

The dragoon felt his fire die down, breathing more relaxed now but still realizing that there were still things that had to be done, "Guess I'm just super lucky like that...heh. Though I need to get out of here. Who knows if more of those goons show up. Watch your back Mr.", he said in a respectful tone, the dark lizard clenching his teeth out of annoyance. He had heard quite a bit about this human, and even now, he completely had his doubts. Regardless of what he thought, fact was that he walked out of a burning building, flames overtaking the door as if there was no heat or such there at all. The unconscious Billy who was taken out with little effort was also proof that he was no mere primate.

One human taking out everyone at his hang out place was impressive, though they were pretty much gnats compared to his own skill as an enforcer. He casually waved to the human, seeing him starting to walk off and turning his back to him. Carefully he began to reach for his sword, before noticing someone peek out from the corner, "Dullock! You're finally here!", shouted Lager, his suit covered in soot and charred from escaping the burning bar earlier. That voice made Michael turn around and see the lizard who gave him the information.

"Ah...Lager...I'm sorry about your bar...", apologized the dragoon, knowing that at least he didn't deserve losing his business. Only the bounty hunters after him were his enemies, feeling somewhat bad that the bar tender had to suffer for it. Lager looked a bit confused, nodding at the human, then looking back at the lizard who seemed to be less than happy now, "Dullock...why are ya sitting around pardner...he beat down the entire posse..you going to let the target saddle up and walk off into the sunset?", he asked in a frantic tone while pointing at the human, annoyed that it would cost a bit to replace his bar, but more shocked that the town's numero uno was just sitting down like he was taking a break from it all. Michael raised an eyebrow, hearing the word target and seeing that he was being pointed at.

Dullock's expression changed from a casual look to a warrior's glare, his cover blown and the element of surprise gone. It was just then that the dragoon realized that it was a big lie, seeing the lizard stand up with his swords in hand. They were rather thin, seeing that he used a two sword style akin to a few people he's fought before but the main difference was a magical sensation coming from the blades. Michael quickly opened his palm, summoning his sword in a blaze of fire as he saw that he would have to fight someone else. As the blade materialized from the flame, he only saw an orange blur go right past him, wincing in pain from the attack cutting at his stomach area. That speed was nothing like he'd ever seen before, barely seeing the attack and falling down before the sword was fully summoned.

The dragoon was visibly shocked, not only from the speed but the fact that he was taken down without even seeing it and before his sword could even appear, looking up and seeing Dullock clean the blood from his left blade by swinging his sword, then turning to look at his fallen opponent. Lager jumped for joy, his information right on how the dragoon was no match for the best of the best around, "Yea! I knew ya wouldn't let 'im escape!", Lager shouted in glee, clicking his heels upon seeing the dragoon on the floor. He brushed off his suit, knowing that he would need to look good accompanying the enforcer to the Bounty Building. However it seemed that Michael wasn't out yet, Lager seeing him stand back up and noticing the sword he was using to keep himself propped up was quite large. Bigger than any sword he's seen in relation to the swordsman wielding it.

Though he had gotten his target, something felt odd. Only one of his blades had tasted blood, despite using both, and the slice on the dragoon was somewhat shallow. Either way, it took no effort to get this high bounty target to his knees, "Hmmph.....For such a small fry, you're worth big. Kind of waste if you ask me. But either way I'm not leaving without cashing in your ass!", insulted Dullock, cleaning his sword by swiping it against the ground. The dragoon of fire realized that now was not a good time to let himself be shocked, Dullock wasn't impossibly fast that he invisible. He stood up straight and tore off the cut hoodie, leaving him only in a white t-shirt that was half bloodied, "You...you want the bounty on my head...just like all the rest. I knew you were a big fat liar!", shouted the dragoon, feeling quite annoyed that he was lured into a false sense of security.

Dullock scoffed, holding his swords up, having charged up his blades with his meditation prior to arriving. This poor excuse for a warrior would be dealt with soon enough, clenching his swords tightly while thinking how to finish him off. Personally Michael knew it was one of his flaws, but it was something he couldn't resolve until he merged back with Aisarue, being told quite a bit of the results of their separation at N.D. hands 50 years ago, which was about a few months relative to him. Though with his P.I.C. not working, he had to fight, and return with the information he had given, "Lager...I suggest you get back...you gave me some nice information...so I rather you not get caught in the middle...again..", suggested Michael, planning on going all out against such a dangerous opponent.

Lager gave a surprise yelp and quickly ran off, seeing that his information on the dragoon of fire turned out to be true. Normally he would not doubt his intel on strong warriors, but the biggest lies were normally humans who claimed to be strong. Only a small handful could be considered warriors, one being Abyssion, and another N.D., "Dullock. Watch yourself pardner! He could be as top notch as the rumors say...don't go easy on the hairless ape!", he shouted, heading to the town limits to leave the two warriors to their duel.

With innocent people out of the way, Michael let the power flow to his dragoon spirit, getting a firm grip on his Vernier Flamberg in his right hand, "Dullock...I'll make you get out of my way.", he threatened, pointing his massive thick sword at the orange armored clad dark lizard. Dullock merely shrugging as he expected little from this human, even with that swamp lizard's warning. Though immediately, the human dashed forward, the velocity quite impressive for someone holding such an oversized weapon. The sound of that slice was louder than most opponents he's heard, preparing evasive manuvers as his feet dug into the ground.

Michael grunting bringing his sword down, Dullock dodging to the right and feeling the dust getting blown up against him from the impact. That attack was no joke, a sign that this human was much stronger than initially thought. He jumped back two steps, then went back in for another slice with his swords. Michael countered back with a horizontal slice, causing the dark lizard to jump over the blow and being his target. The dragoon quickly turned around, continuing with the initial force and spinning his sword completely around with quite a bit of speed.

The spin attack was fast enough to make Dullock go on the offensive, blocking with his swords and grunting slightly. The clash lasted instantly as he was thrown backwards and through the blacksmith's wooden establishment in a flurry of sparks. That speed was unexpected, the dark lizard quickly jumping back out, and spinning his wrists "That little...so he's like a mini Rynak...and just as sloppy..", he thought to himself, seeing that this dragoon fought with a similiar, straight forward and unrefined techinque that was easy to read.

"?!...that was supposed to break your swords...you must be using magically enchanted weapons...", commmented Michael, somewhat shocked that he was unable to destroy his swords as he had done to most of his foes. Dullock merely spat to the side and taking his battle stance once more, going forward at full speed. Michael thrusted forward this time, only to find himself stabbing air from the dark lizard hoping on his sword, then on the back of his head. Quickly the dragoon turned around, attempting to slice the dark lizard with another slice at a 45 degree angle.

Again he missed, seeming to miss that slick lizard by a hair. To punish that mistake, the dragoon got a firm elbow to the face, making him stumble back a bit, then followed up by a roundhouse kick to the stomach. Such a blow made him drop his sword and fly back several feet, having the wind knocked out of him when he found himself staring at the sky. The fatal blow would be applied now, the Dullock jumping up and coming down with both swords aimed at Michael's heart. The dragoon gasped and quickly caught the swords with his hands before they could tough him, the dark lizard being a bit surprised that he was stopped bare handed. Both of the human's hands began to glow red, a strong heat being emitted from the palms.

Michael pushed the blades aside and blasted fire full force at him, "Back up!", he shouted, Dullock back flipping and seeing a pillar of fire erupt from the dragoon, lasting for several seconds before fizzing out. Michael jump fliped back up, looking somewhat dumbfounded and frustrated that he still managed to dodge at that range, "?!...that was point blank...", he thought to himself, thinking for sure he would finally land a solid hit. Dullock's armor somewhat resistant to fire though he had to cover his face from the intense heat. The dragoon's palm opened up, the sword that had been dropped vanishing from the floor, and reappearing in his right hand. The other guy's physical power doesn't come close to what this lizard guy was packing, and on top of that, his speed was incredible.

It was difficult for Michael to fight a speed swordsman, but he wouldn't give up just yet. Though maybe a different approach would be a good idea. He pointed his sword at him, Dullock raising a brow and keeping his keen eyes on what would be coming. The blade quickly turned a deep red, knowing that something was coming, "Dodge this Dullock! Vernier Beam!", shouted the dragoon of fire, swinging his sword and launching a huge beam of fire which was one his usual attacks. But it seemed that it had been enhanced to the point where it was nearly 5 times bigger than normal, normaly about foot diameter orange beam, but this one was well over 6 feet wide. The intense power knocked Michael on his butt, surrounding buildings quickly igniting from the massive amount of heat being emitted.

A loud boom came from the beam, speeding towards its target at a breakneck speed. The dark lizard crossed his swords and jumped to the side, avoiding being burnt to a crisp. and letting the fire graze over his blades and the force of the blast push him back to a safe distance. The explosion of the Vernier beam shook the whole town, looking almost mushroom cloudish and blowing over the closest buildings. The gust from the blast blowing out most of the fire started by the attack in teh first place, along with a cloud of dust covering the area. The dragoon of fire was panting, still not used to that technique's massive spiritual power usage, "Huff...did I get him?...that was a supercharged Vernier beam...", he muttered, covering his eyes slightly while getting up. The people watching from the hill was shocked to see such a sudden explosion, knowing that their town would be destroyed soon enough from such magical power.

Though Lager was certain that Dullock would come out on top, but hoping that dark lizard wasn't on the recieving end of that blast. Michael jumped to the top of the barely standing blacksmith building, looking around but only seeing dust. Though the roof quickly gave way to the weight of the sword he was holding, the entire building collasping on the dragoon as it couldn't hold up to the abuse going on during the fight. The debris was cut with little effort, seeing that the dust was finally clearing. Dullock was hiding behind a building that was far from the blast, only a bit surprised at the sudden power that human gave out. He could see his target panting somewhat, knowing that it was a rather taxing move for such destructive power.

Michael quickly walked forward, trying to find that lizard before quickly holding his sword up to the left of him. He blocked an attack by the dark lizard, grunting as he tried to counter attack, only to miss once more. Reacting to such basic movement was second nature to the enforcer, spinning in mid air to dodge such a simple move. The dragoon of fire was getting frustrated, still unable to even land a thing on him, "!...I can't believe...how fast you are...even faster than John..", he remarked, looking at the red eyes of the orange lizard. His training helped him hone his moves, where every dodge, and attack would be graceful and not wasteful in anyway.

"Speed...wait! Maybe that's it!", thought Michael, taking a deep breath and stabbing his sword into the ground. The act made Dullock raise a brow, wondering if the human was giving up. The dragoon pressed his fists togethers, keeping them close and the knuckles interlocked for a few seconds, before running right hand down and up against the left fist a few times, sparks appearing as if he was rubbing two rocks together. It would seem that the human was probably planning something, though at the position he looked, it wasn't an attack, keeping his eyes on him and walking around the dragoon to decide on where to strike. On the fourth time, he struck his knuckles right against each other, the right hand going down at full speed and igniting a blue flame.

There was a rather intense heat blowing past the lizard's face, like a rather hot desert wind, but significantly hotter. The dragoon's hair began to rise, his dragoon spirit in his hand turning blue, and his hair as well. His body was emitting quite a bit of heat, taking a deep breath once again and balling up his hands into fists once more. Michael was ready for round two, completely changing his strategy to more of a speed offensive than the power offensive he had taken on. Dullock wasn't sure on how to strike, feeling the heat from where he was. Suddenly the dragoon vanished from his sights, raising his swords to block a punch from his vanishing target. The punch left his swords glowing red for a moment, before being thrown back over 10 feet and sliding on the dirt floor.

Michael did not stop there, dashing forward at full speed with a trail of blue fire behind him and following up firm kick on the chest, causing him to lose his breath and getting sent flying to the right. The armor was left quite hot as well, feeling it through his stomach but not enough to burn him through the armor as dullock tried to quickly regain his sense of balance, finding it hard to as the buildings he crashed through did little to slow him down. The dragoon panted hard, whatever sweat going down his face evaporating immediately, giving off a small bit of steam every few moments. Dullock finally after going through three buildings and causing them to collapse, used his swords and impailed the ground to slow himself down, actually surprised that he was caught off guard by such speed.

"...Never thought a little ape like him could move like that..could burn my scales if he touches me directly..", he thought to himself, shaking a little as the impact was stronger than expected. His armor was only barely bent, though his swords were 100 percent okay, the cost of blocking the blow minimal. The battle was still going, the lizard ducking another heated punch and going in to counter with the butt of his sword. Michael was burning up with power, being fast enough to move to the side to dodge the hit. Dullock jumped back, only to find the dragoon remaining on top of him. He growled slightly, thrusting a sword forward at the dragoon's head. Michael's eyes remained focused and serious, seeing that sword come right at him at an intense speed.

His cheek got a light scratch, making him bleed before dullock felt his cheek being grazed by the heated counter punch the dark lizard dodged in return. The two jumped back after trading blows, Dullock breathing a bit harder and starting to break a sweat. He rubbed his cheek with his lower palm, feeling it to be a burn, knowing that it would've been bad if he were to touch his scales. Michael on the other hand was getting worried, despite the increase in speed, he was still unable to land a proper hit, and this technique was something he couldn't keep up for much longer. The dragoon decided to go again, keeping a ball of fire in his hand before dashing forward, the two letting their actions speak on the battlefield.

The dragoon attempted to hit the dark lizard directly with the blue ball of fire in his hand, Dullock preparing to cut that hand off but he was wrong. Before he could swing his blads, Michael brought that ball down to the ground full force, exploding it in their faces. The dark lizard was blown back, the explosion quite powerful and enough to throw him off balance for a moment. Michael moved on in, not bothered by the heat nor force of the and went to punch Dullock on his snout, only to have his fist deflected by the armor on the top part of his hand, being redirected to the ground. Avoiding such a blow was simple now, Michael quickly raising his other hand and firing a ball of fire at the retreating Dark lizard, only to have it deflected by his magical blades and turn a building to cinders instantly in a firey explosion.

Again he was unable to score a blow, the two 10 feet away and wondering who would make the first move, the wind blowing past them and the afternoon sun shining down before a flash and loud roar got their attention to the side, dust picking up and making the two warriors cover their eyes for a moment. Both warriors turned their attention to the arrival of a new visitor. Michael felt his fire began to die off, the blue dragoon spirit turning back to red and his hair falling back down, the dragoon finding it odd anyone managed to enter the area when he P.I.C. was unable to, "Good, you're still here Eurasia...not like you could get far when my jammer is stopping all P.I.C.s from exiting said a rather cocky voice, seeing that a gray furred wolf had arrived on the scene.

But this wolf was not your average wolf, the only flesh on him was his head, the rest was completely robotic, made with a silver metal and being quite shiny in the intense sunlight. Dullock was not a fan of having anyone interrupt his bounty, "Hey, wolf. Back off. The flesh monkey's mine....Find your own target.", growled Dullock, the wolf smirking and seeing that he one of the greatest bounty hunters happened to be around. It didn't matter though, his anger and rage fueling him for payback on what happened to him, though the dragoon was a bit confused, having no clue who this wolf was or what he wanted.

To Be Continued....