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The night was as beautiful and dangerous as ever, especially in such a place like this. The dirt paths were most likely littered with angry wildlife at this time, probably looking to have a special dish of draconic salad. The moon shined down on my bronze scales, probably giving away my position to a couple predators, but at least it looked nice. For an old dragon like me, the quiet was the closest thing to peace you could get on this planet. I guess I liked it a bit, but I always preferred the excitement that came with combat, swords clashing, and guns firing. Every second was too quiet for me, as I walked down the dirt path towards town, taking in the sight of the moon shining upon the dead grass that surrounded me. My long black coat, which waved in the air behind me, held many things inside of the sheaths and holsters upon it. I had a bladed staff that was nestled between my small wings, which I always wished would grow in properly. But you can't really wish for much in a place like this can you? You either find a way to get it, most likely from the hands of another dead dragon, or get killed trying. I gave a little chuckle at those thoughts, finding it strange that even at the age of sixty, I still haven't died somehow. Maybe I was just lucky?

My thoughts were broken however, as my sharp yellow eyes locked onto the comforting sight of a lone bar. Most of the time they would have some sort of commotion going on, and if the sudden flying chair that crashed through the window meant anything, there was most likely a fight going on. The sign that hung limply from the roof of the building said something along the lines of "New Bandit's Bar: Old One Got Burned Down." Well, that was more believable than it should have been. With a small amount of haste in my steps, I walked up the wooden steps to the door, heading inside without a single word. I was almost caught off guard by how chaotic the inside was, as countless dragons were busy beating the absolute shit out of everybody here. I saw one big white scaled dragon, punching a red scaled kid in the face with absolutely no mercy. He seemed to be laughing manically, almost as if he was enjoying the pain he was causing. It didn't really bother me, as I had seen worse, and the kid looked like he was already dead anyways. If he wasn't dead already he could take it. Countless others, mostly ice dragons and fire dragons, were throwing each other around, stabbing and beating each other half to death, or all the way to death, I couldn't tell.

I walked slowly through the commotion, not even dodging the things thrown at me, as I knew they would miss. I doubted any of the drunken dragons even knew I was there, let alone cared. The bartender seemed to be sitting behind the safety of his bar, looking exasperated by the whole debacle. He was mumbling something about having to pay for it all, fixing tables, maybe even having to deal with this daily. As I sat down on one of the dusty looking stools, I noticed he seemed to perk up a bit. Maybe he had something he wanted me to do? I let out a sigh, my maroon spines twitching in interest as I stretched out my back in preparation for what he had to say. "So, what do you want? If your face is anything to go by, you want something from me involving those guys?" I asked, my gruff voice sending a shiver down his spine. I never understood why people felt like that when I spoke. I mean, my voice isn't that unsettling, is it? The grey scaled dragon before me only gave me the fakest smile I had ever seen, trying to play it off like he wasn't about to give me some sort of job.

"I have no idea what you're talking about sir." The grey scaled ice dragon said through clenched teeth, cleaning his glass with even more fervor than before. His tune change however, once a chair flew right past his head and shattered some of the glass bottles on the shelves. After I was done giving him my "come on, really?" look, he decided to speak up. "Okay, those guys are really causing trouble around here, and I don't want the place to get burned down like last time." He said, wiping the spilled booze off of his small body. He seemed desperate to get rid of them, as he knew he didn't want to get involved. However, I wasn't so sure. I loved the joy of combat more than anybody I knew, but I didn't do it for nothing. "I don't know. What's it worth to you?" I asked, crossing my arms as I stared him down. His eyes seemed to get rather shifty, as he shuffled his feet nervously behind that safe little bar of his. He seemed to be having trouble coming up with something he could pay me with, almost panicking by the looks of it. It didn't matter to me though, as long as I got paid.

The grey scaled dragon seemed to perk up with an idea, his blue eyes shining with a light that you would normally see from one of those mutant bugs in the swamps. I believe they're called fireflies nowadays. However, when I was younger they were called Lightning Bugs. Either way, I leaned back a bit as I listened to what he had to say, hoping his offer would be worth it. "Alright, here's my offer!" He began, slamming his claws onto the bar with a certain energy. "I'll let you have free drinks for a month if you can clear them out! I don't care how you do it, just do it!" He said, which got my attention real quick. I could never have enough to drink, especially if it was free! "Does that include root beer floats?" I asked, looking at him skeptically. "As many as you want, with as much fizz as you want!" He said with a smirk.

That tore it. With a smile that could be considered completely unnerving, I turned around in my seat, looking towards the fight with a plan in mind. Well, at least I thought I had a plan. I normally just thought of something as I went along, so this shouldn't be an issue. With a whistle that could shatter glass if I wasn't careful, I brought the fight to a screeching halt. Every single dragon looked my way, their eyes and expressions telling many different stories. A rather tall and muscular fire dragon, with orange spines upon his back and the top of his head, had two black eyes, and a bullet wound in his leg. He wouldn't be too much of a problem, as it seemed he was a rather big target. The dragon he was being held by the neck by was a different story, as he seemed to be strapped with many different guns. I don't even know how he even managed to carry two mini guns with his massive wings, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised as his head seemed to be touching the ceiling. Though he shouldn't be too much of a problem either, considering that he was already beaten pretty bad already. I could count at least fifteen dragons involved, all varying in size and strength, also sobriety.

A particularly surly drake, clad in blue scales and clothes fit for a runaway prisoner, walked up to me with a snarl. "What, you got something to say old man?" He growled at me, blowing smoke in my face through his nostrils. A clear sign of disrespect for us dragons, but luckily I was mature enough to keep a level head. With only a small smirk, I got up and walked past him, moving towards the crowd. I was actually surprised that they stopped to listen to me, not that I was complaining! I cleared my throat, before I began to give them their choices. "Alright, I guess we could say the fight is over. If you leave now, you can go back to wherever you came from and keep any limbs necessary." I began, looking towards a small green scaled dragon holding a knife, currently trying to stab at the wings of a rather large black scaled drake. However, the next thing I said brought forth a reaction I had come to expect. "Or, you can stay here and start a new fight, which would definitely be your last. Trust me, all things considered, you have as much of a chance at killing me as any other guy." The words only brought forth laughter and taunting, mostly due to the fact that nobody ever believes they could be defeated, until it happens.

A particularly hysterical young dragon was holding his stomach, pointing and laughing as if he just saw somebody do the funniest thing he ever saw. As he wiped his brow, trying to regain his composure, I guess he realized I was serious. I was actually hoping they would pick the second option, as the thrill of combat never got old to me. "Really? You, an old rust scale with maybe a minute left to live? I wouldn't even have to-" Unluckily for him, his words were cut off with a rather loud bang. While he was going into his little rant, I had already reached for my trusty revolver, made specifically with the power of a shotgun, in a rather small package. It was a rather large weapon, as it's barrel was the length of my forearm. I had just shot him in the neck, mostly just to shut him up, but his death was a little bit of a plus as well. I don't even think the smug little drake even noticed he had been shot, until he tried to breathe. I only waited as he fell to the floor, his priceless shocked face giving me a little chuckle as he did. On a planet like this, I guess nobody ever learns that they can get killed so easily.

As I looked at the crowd, who seemed to be rather apprehensive at the moment, but not enough to run away. I only smiled as I saw a few of them back away, possibly regretting their current choices. "So, still want to go with option two, or are you just going to leave?" I asked, crossing my arms, letting my gun dangle between my fingers. The only answer given to me was a sudden thrown bottle in my direction. With only a small sigh, I lifted my gun and shot the bottle of liquor, watching the bullet travel through and hit the poor unfortunate dragon that threw it. I reached for my staff, which was nestled between my wings, slowly but surely. With an eerie chuckle, or at least I thought I was eerie, I closed my eyes and said the words that sealed their fates.

"Ya'll gonna learn today!"