A dragon amoung men

[Cirno]

As Kal'roc exited the portal; He saw fields and the occasional dragon, and many beasts. He saw many trees and plants of different heights and thicknesses.  As this was unreal to him, a place that was home to him, beheadings and all. The draconian looked at the roman style roads. "A good design there" He jumped off the drake and started to fix the wing due to Omnilium being used, The drake started to screech in pain. "Hold still, or it wont get better.' He set the bone back into place causing the drake to whimper in pain. 'Oh your stronger than this, almost done crono." After what seemed to be a half hour he finished fixing the wing, best he could. "now don't fly, or the wing will break again. I don't need my mount that is suppose to fly become a kamikaze again."

The commander began to walk with the Ice Drake in tow, He came across a sign post and took a good long look at it. It was a oak base with stone signs. He took a look at each one, noting the distances and the condition each one was in. Most of them were basically worn out, except for Minas Tirith. He looked at the direction it was showing, and then almost comically looked out into the distance; and back at the sign. "Well I guess that is where we are going."

He walked up to the Drake and climbed on; It gave him a look of distaste with having to move. Kal'roc gave a sigh as he remembered his life and how it was torn from him; He was not mad at Omni mind you but his close friends were gone, and just bringing them back would not be any better. He got the drake to move to the destination of Minas Tirith. He looked and saw that Serraph had not joined him surprisingly, he actually liked his company. "oh well such is life."

 time and place switch to the outskirts of Minas Tirith 

It had been a long and arduous journey to Minas Tirith. He had come across a few bandits on his journey, but they were more a nuisance than anything. He took a look at the wall of the city, it was massive at least forty feet high, and if there were more they would be much taller than this one. He was almost instantly taken in by guards. "Hey what the heck?!" The guards had him at spear point the entire time, they were racist he thinks. "Why am I the one to be taken into jail? you guard's need to chill." They wrestled the katana away from his iron grip. and they put it in a chest with the other confiscated weapons he thinks. "Great, i'm in jail, I don't know what is going on; and if this is a bad judicial place, ill be dead before the sun rises again." He had turned his drake into Omnilium before heading into Minas Tirith.

He sighed as he practice's his Pyromancy, to the dismay of the guards. he looked up at the guards with a smug look. "You really think a draconian is without a number of weapons? You are wrong." The guards shuffled backwards, due to the connection of a draconian to a dragon. they had there weapons out ,and looked like they were ready for a right rumble. "Look I don't want to fight, but I will dual the strongest of the bunch here, just let me use my property."

Now Kal'roc is not one to wait patiently, when he is angry or annoyed. "Well, i'm waiting. So hurry up." That was enough to get one of the smaller guards to get what; the draconian thought was the leader. After a good half hour, a man in steel armor walked into the area, his voice one of control and power; it made Kal shudder in enjoyment. "Now who is the prisoner, that was talking shit?!"

The draconian general got up, and walked to the iron bars; blocking them from each other. "So your the man, who is the strongest out of all the prison guards? I will enjoy this fight much." Kal'roc clinched his fist, creating a small shock wave around him. "Let's go prison warden. My Katana please, and a open field would be preferred, so there are not many advantages for either one of us."

 Time and area skip to a field nearby the prison, the time is around dusk 

Kal'roc hunkered down with both hands on his katana, and eyeing his opponent. The steel warden, was calm, too calm for this fight. The general worried "I don't like how he is so calm, and how he is so sure about his victory." The warden showed his weapon of choice, a Long sword, that to the refined eyes of the Draconian could see the aura flare up.

The warden rushed forward, at a speed that barely gave the draconian a chance to pull out his katana, and block the Long sword; A high pitched sound ringed out into the countryside, and into Minas Tirith. Kal'roc was pushed back by the weight, and force of the warden and his long sword. "shit I can't beat this opponent, with force only I will have to use my advantages."

Kal'roc's mouth started to smoke, before belching out a fireball causing the warden to stumble back, crying out in pain. Kal'roc used this moment of solace to assault the warden. Kal'roc and the warden fought, each gaining an advantage, but not being able to take down the other in combat. It was a true stalemate; and it had become midnight. Kal'roc huffed as he weakly swing both sheath and blade at the warden; the Warden weakly brought up the long sword. After that attack, they both collapsed from exhaustion.

 One of the men quest started
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[Cirno]

As Kal'roc got up he felt a huge pain on the side of his leg, arm, and stomach. He looked around to see a hospital room; It was overcrowded, with most beds having two people to a bed. He saw the warden in the bed to the right of him. Kal'roc tried to lighten the mood of them both being in the hospital. "We really took a beating didn't we?" The warden gave a sad chuckle, before speaking. "Yea, I guess we will have to fight again at some point. I underestimated you."

The draconian decided to crack a joke. “Knock knock,’ The warden replied with “who is there?” Kal replied with a smile. ‘Dishes.’ The warden sighed before continuing “Dishes who?” Kal’roc gave a straight face before finishing the joke. “Dishes a bad joke.”  

The draconian rose from his bed, and walked to the exit painfully; but he was too prideful to let his wounds heal anymore than they have too. "Sir, we can not let you leave, you will break something if you head out." After Kal gave a face of hatred, he retorted with glee as he showed his teeth with a bit of smoke coming out of his mouth. "I will leave, or do I have to tear you limb from limb?" The doctor gave a look of cognitive dissonance, before sighing. "Fine, let me give you, your property. But dont come crawling to me if you lame your leg."

Once the general had changed into his war outfit, and tied his katana to his body. He started to walk around Minas Tirith, looking for what work he could do. He felt a iron grip grab his shoulder, then a helmet came into view. “Hello, sir would you consider joining the Army? You seem like a strong, and resourceful person.” The guard was carrying a simple spear, and his face was grizzled, by fighting from the looks of it.  

    Kal’roc gave a look of deep thought and could be seen stroking his tuff of fur on his chin, and smoke could be seen coming out of his nose. “I am slightly interested, where do i head to join, if you don’t mind?” The guard lifted his plated hand, and pointed down the road to a exquisite building, made up of granite. It had columns giving it a roman feel, but it still had that normal english castle feel. The dragon general gave a gesture that was thanks. As he walked down the road, he pulled out the package that he was supposed to bring to a competent mage.
   
    He fought the urge to just open it. “I wonder what is so dangerous? It just is a box, though it can’t hurt to look at what i’m carrying?” He grabbed the metal box and looked around for a lock, or a lid; but all he could see was small red lever about the size of a pin. He looked around and flipped it. The box became quite hot, as the corners of the box started to turn white, and strain from the pressure. Kal’roc flipped the lever again and it cooled off going back to the original shape. “Strange, and let us not mess with it.”

    As he entered the garrison, he was greeted with stares, from the garrison. He could hear them murmur about him probably being a prime, and how he was not to be trusted do to the last few primes saying they were going to help, but just screwed them over in the long run. Kal’roc waited for a few minutes for quiet, but after seeing he was going to have to explain himself, he held up his hand motioning to let him speak. The guard’s slowly quieted down, finally giving him the time to speak. “Finally, now i don’t expect you to trust me, heck even i don’t entirely know what is going on. I am new here. I wish to join your garrison, and work from the bottom to the top, like anyone in here. Now where do i sign up?”

    The guards gave him a look of concern, but then they all pointed to a room down the hall. “The commander of the garrison lives there.” The draconian nodded his appreciation, before walking down with a reason to his step. He reached the old oak door and sighed. “It is just a drill commander, nothing to worry about, it will be fine.” That was when a soldier came out all busted up, screaming in terror. Kal chuckled out of fear, before opening the door slowly.

    “Who is it?! And what do they want?” A man sat behind a desk, he was at least five foot six, his innate girth showed he was someone who trained daily, with the rest of the garrison. Kal’roc walked in taking off his hat, before standing in front of the table. “Uhh, my name is Kal’roc, and i wish to join your garrison.”

    The drill sergeant sighed as he motioned for the draconian to sit down. “What are your skills? Please explain weapons, ability’s, and anything you have experience with.” The sergeant handed him a piece of parchment, and a quill with a bottle of ink. As Kal’roc started to write on the parchment he felt the sergeant burn his eyes into the dragon, causing major discomfort mentally. He wrote about his military victories, his past ranks, and his general life so far.

Once he finished; he rolled it up and handed it back. The draconian with as much grace and kindness he could muster to finally speak “Done sir.” The drill sergeant gave a hearty laugh, and he took the parchment and began to look over it. “Call me John, Dragon i like how you actually know your place; For there are two types of men. The Predator, and the prey. I presume you know your place?” The dragon gave a quick yes, all while smiling at this sergeant was just like him. They were both predators, actively working towards their goal, not caring who gets in the way.

    John said to go down the hall, turn right, and continue to the last door to find their division, they would work with and bleed with. As the general walked to the door he saw to his confusion a group of twenty ill-trained, poorly equipped, people. Kal’roc gave a quick look of confusion before realizing he would have to whip this group into tip top shape. He walked into the middle of the arena, before greeting his new teammates with a yell. “What the hell is the garrison teaching you?!”

    One of the men walked forward, to the looks of it not older than fourteen or fifteen. He said with a voice of strength. “They don’t teach us a thing, and they handed you the worst division, because the last person bailed on us.” Kal’roc gave a look of disbelief before sighing. “Alright you don’t know who i am, so i will introduce myself. My name is Kal’roc! Leader of the draconian assault forces, and apparently i have to whip this division into shape. First exercise we will do is what i like to call a boss battle. Now it’s you men against me.”

The group of twenty men plus the new comer entered the giant sand pit. Kal gave a hand motion before standing calmly “Now come at me.” The men gave a war cry and started to run at him, when they reached the twenty foot mark he finally got into position, and pulled out his katana and grabbed his sheath, dual wielding the two. He chuckled as a spear thrusted at him, he then reacted by dodging with some difficulty and using his weight to crash into the lighter man, causing him to fall over.

By then the rest of the men had reached him to dog pile. Kal’roc had taken out ten people before being taken down. He chuckled as he got up sheathing his katana. “Good at least the garrison has taught you some skill. Now that was good, but there is a lot of work to be done. I will try to help you wherever i can but i’m just a newcomer, just like you, i don’t have any real power to give commands.

“Anyway’s let us continue training, Now the basics of swordplay is fairly simple,’ Kal’roc grabbed a rapier from the rack of weapons and held in in the proper position. “Thrust, parry, and slash, those three terms are what you will use basically.” he moved his right foot forward and thrusted the rapier forward in one smooth motion. “Thrust”, he then stepped back while holding the blade out in front of him. “This is the start of a parry, when someone thrusts move eather to the side or back. Then if they move downwards in a slashing motion, you move the weapon you have, for the exception of dual bladed weapons. At the blade or spear point . . .” he looked to see the division give him dirty looks, and ones of annoyance.

“I have a problem with rambling on.” he rubbed his head at the inconvenience. “Any questions, or does anyone want to duel?” He then heard someone yell that they were late, and nobody better be training the troops. Kal’roc turned around to see a man in anger, he wore full plate armour, and he had to his side two short swords. He raised a hand and pointed at the draconian. “You! Fight now! Or i will beat you!” the draconian understood now why the division gave him a looks of hatred, they would get beaten up for this, all because the draconian wanted to help.

The draconian decided to try and not fight. “Look i didn’t know you wanted them not to train, i’m new, so i will fight just don’t take it out on the other members of the division.” The man looked like he was about to have an aneurysm “Fight, me now!” Kal’roc put the rapier onto the weapons rack, before leaping into the sand pit creating a puff of dust when he landed. He sighed as he wondered why basically everyone with power hated him.

The division leader jumped down also, and unsheathed both short swords. He yelled, cried, and was in a sort of Cognitive Dissonance. The leader rushed, the draconian stepped to the side, parried, and thrusted; not doing the killing blow, but only stunning blows. That made the leader go into a rage, for a few minutes till Kal’roc knocked him out. “You won’t win, just stop, and give the division a few days respite.”

The leader scowled before speaking. “Fine, but the respite ends in two days, starting tomorrow.” Kal’roc gave his thanks and headed off to eat, after sheathing his katana. Today was not the best day he has done, but he salvaged what he could, to save his career.

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[Cirno]

 As Kal’roc laid in his cot wasting time that could be used more efficiently; he began to wonder; why, why was he chosen out of an infinite number of candidates. It wasn’t like he was special, he was not inherently strong or fast. He was sluggish here but; He did seem to be stronger by the force he put behind the throws; but even with the power boost he had not done anything positive to the races; he was a man of war, nothing more and nothing less. He felt he was back at the start of this question, and he just gave more questions than answers. “What has this god among men done to me?”

He shuddered in the power he held. “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” He didn’t know why he thought of that quote, but it caused a potent fear to rise in his very soul. The draconian decided a walk would do well for his mind, and body. Plus learning about the division he is working, and living with would help to create trust among them. He took a good long look at the oak wood room, he was staying in. There were ten double, decker bunks with an armor, and weapons rack by the door, for quicker armament.

He reached the doorway, and looked at the groups of soldiers walking past the door talking happily. He looked forlorn as he remembered a close friend that was with him through thick and thin. Her name was Capri, and she had saved his life on more than one occasion.

     

 The time and place has changed to his desert campaign.

The battle was almost won; Kal’roc would just need to win this last push, and the assault forces, no his comrades would take their place in universal history. He pulled out a round object, that after flicking a switch a map, flickered into life. He needed surveillance of the battle, and he needed it now to make the better choice.  “Activate the copters!” At his command five drones activated, giving him a five pictures on his computer. At that moment an ambush smashed into his right flank of soldiers, and at the same time one by one each copter’s camera stopped working, and he could hear a crash in the near distance.  He got up after closing down the computer and any machines he was using, and grabbed his katana before running outside the tent; what he saw was nothing less than absolute mayhem.

He unsheathed his katana before going on a rampage, one two three another ambusher fell to his blade. Four five six, the click of bullets reign. As he dove for cover behind a rock wall, a few bullets hit his wing. In a flash of rage and pain he cursed whoever had shot his wing as he crashed into the dry rock behind the rock wall “Go to the ever dark ambushers.” he took a look at the damage the wing had sustained, now that he was behind a sort of cover. He saw that no bones were broken, just the leathery skin that protected the wings, the wings felt surprisingly soft, and the main reason the dragon creatures were hunted, was for their leather. It could withstand depending on the species; both extremes of the temperature, and high and low pressures.

He saw a woman in a nomad’s outfit rush to the wall leaping over cars, and tanks with a walking stick. He yelled for medical attention, and to his luck the woman turned and got to him. She looked through her satchel and pulled out a medical item, which was shaped like a pistol except for the fact that it had a syringe poking out. She spoke with a soft tone, that if you listened a little harder, you could hear a voice that demanded respect. “Now hold still. We lost out major assault leaders, you are the last one left. We are scattering we need your voice to give us hope, that a victory is still possible.” He felt the needle, and felt power enter his body. He laughed, as the gem roared to life with a blue fire lighting across the katana’s blade. “By the great dragon, we will not fail!” he looked at her with a deep thanks. “What is your name medic, and thank you?” The female looked at him in the eye and said four words before heading on to other people that need her help. “My name is Capri.”
   
 He jumped over the wall, and saw the men retreating. He raised his katana to the sky, before calling out. “Men, do not fear death, for death is just a challenge we must beat. So beat back the assault, show them the reason the empire stands. To me men!” His voice rings out through the desert; high and loud and clear to all the listened on that day. His forces stopped running, as his voice gave them hope; one by one each man walked up to him raised there weapon, and gave the battle cry. Whether it be Deus vult, or Quoniam excelsus Dominus et draco! Or even the lesser cry Pro imperio!
              
 The red draconian then pointed his katana to the advancing army, and cried. “For honor and glory, Attack!” The tenth assault forces, started to run as Kal’roc ran with the army. Unlike most generals, and captains he fought with his men risking his life just like any one of them. All of them fighting, for the prospect of a better life for their kids. One where they would not be treated with injustice, and dishonor.
         
 

Back in the omniverse, at the garrison

               He felt his mind jolted back to reality as he walked out of the garrison. He breathed the clean air, that would be a luxury to have back home. He as he walked to the market spoke his mind. “This feels like home, and I promise to protect it to my last second here no matter how long it may be.” The cheery feel of the morning only added to the fact that musicians were out playing. He could see kids running out in the streets, playing, dancing, even play fighting. He smiled as he watched the kids; until he saw a kid that was in grimy clothes, a boy to the looks of it and twelve years of age, He was trying to play an ocarina to little avail making a wrong note, or holding a note for too long.
               As Kal walked up to the kid, the kid grew flustered by the beat red face, and the mistakes grew in quantity and size. Even though Kal had never played a ocarina before, he tried to get the kid to relax. “Hey, what is your name? Mine is Kal’roc.” Kal held out his hand wishing the kid would shake the leathery hand. The kid shuffled away from him, they held a distrust in their eyes that only got stronger. Kal sat down as he told the kid to wait a second, and he would give him something. “Let me get you something, out of the kindness of my heart; now I know you may not trust me, but most people don’t, now I would like to pay you something.”
              
 Kal pulled out a single gold coin, and put it in the kid’s hand. “Now in my town, its tradition to give something of worth, to the needy.’ He motioned to the kid to follow him, the kid looked at the coin and a twinkle shone in his eyes as he gets up, and smiled. Kal’roc put his hand up to his chin and tapped his cheek in deep thought. ‘now let’s see, you probably need some food, and a new ocarina?” He looked at the kid to see if he was right; The kid looked down and touched the ocarina almost like it was important. “Mister Roc why are you helping me? No one has ever helped me like this, unless you want something that I have.”
             
  The kid walked back some, before hitting his back on the wall, he was territorial of the ocarina for some reason, and the draconian sighed. He thought deeply about this situation, and the passerby could hear the scratching of scale on a bone like substance. This is going to be hard, I just wanted to help him. He decided that the kid, could have information; so he calmly asked. “Now, I’m a prime, apparently. Now i can make anything that I please with enough omnilium. All I would want from you, is being a friend, and information. But given your situation, i want only your friendship, plus it looks like you need someone to be your friend.

The kid walked up to Kal’roc, and whispered his voice shaking with absolute fear. “My name is . . . ‘He looked around quickly before continuing. ‘John . . . my name is john.”  Kal’roc asked John if he would like to head with him to the market. John shook his head. “Nah, you already gave enough help to me. As Kal’roc got up to head he saw the kid get wrangled by two guards. John started to scream telling the guards that he was innocent, and Kal’roc was faced with a decision, He could tell the guards to let the kid go, or let the kid go to wherever fate took him. And he decided what to do.

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[Cirno]

As Kal’roc looked at the guards, we jogged up to one of them before putting his hand on the shoulder. “Hang on, what is going on and why are you taking this kid to jail?” the guard sighed before stopping. “This kid has multiple instances of stealing food from the market. Happy?” the guard waited a few seconds before continuing to man handle to kid to jail. Kal’roc gave a stunned face. He racked his brain, trying to think; Why did people go into poverty? Was it simply the lack of drive? Or was there more, than meets the eye?


He shook his head as he walked back to the garrison. If he was not in a fairly unstable role; One that could get you in big trouble then maybe, just maybe he could of helped the kid. He looked at the guards of the garrison with a sudden interest. “What secrets are you all hiding?” He probably was getting a few odd looks here and there. He felt someone bump into him, and he saw John the division leader laughing while walking down. “That prime is so stupid, he thinks that he is something special? Well he is just like anyone else here, hopeful but sooner or later loses all hope.”


He walked up to john, and gave a slightly annoyed face to him. “Say that to my face why don’t you? Now i don’t care what you think about me, but given that Big brother,’ he points up to the sky, and continued. ‘thought i had something special to bring to the table. I trust his judgement more than yours. Now given that omni is Benevolent, and even though i’m thankful for his help; I still want to be able to show my own worth. Not be placed in some group, because of my powers.”


John shrugged before walking away, and he opened the door to the garrison and started to walk in. He turned to Kal’roc before saying bluntly. “Well if that is what you wish, then prove to me and your comrades that you deserve. The same loyalty as any of them.” and with that he walked inside, and to who knows where.


Kal’roc looked at the door thoughtfully while thinking. “Well i guess i should get a change in my outfit, I’m keeping my katana though. Kal’roc walked to the armory, and to his surprise he saw a female working the shop. He walked up to the wood  “Hello, ma’am i would like to get a set of armour.” The lady turned around, and smiled her face full of soot, and she smelled of heated coals. Now i will need your measurements, and then we can see if we have a set in your size. She pulled out a tape measure, and started to get the length, width, and height of Kal’roc’s body.


After what could be considered a good couple hours, he finally asked the woman if she was done. Almost immediately after he could hear the crash of some boxes, metal, and a cat could be heard screeching. The woman walked out with a box tucked under her arm. “One Set of armour, now put it on to see how it fits.” She pushed the box to him, and then went back to writing stuff that would probably have a blade pushed against his neck, if he looked. He opened the box to see a chest piece of hide leather. He picked it up, and felt that it was fairly heavy, and would hinder some movement. He shrugged, and slipped into it feeling the brittle material push against his chest. The chest piece covered most of his body including the groin. He thanked Omni that the armour would protect his kids, if he had any. He then moved about in the leather armour seeing how his mobility was hindered.


The storekeeper seeing that the draconian was testing out the armour, asked that he not break the merchandise. Kal’roc handed the storekeeper his payment, and headed back to the garrison to start the training with the division.


(Time change and location change to the training area)


As Kal’roc stood in line with the other people in his division, he saw John walk in, he stood at attention while most others stood at ease.  “Alright dipshits, i only have enough patience for people who try actually. You will give sweat, blood and tears. And for the prime, NO Summoning at all! Got that prime?” Kal’roc raised his hand to a salute and yelled at John. “Sir, yes sir!” John was actually surprised by this primes actions.


John pulled out a stick and drew in the sand a canyon that was incomplete he drew an x in the incomplete part of the canyon, and a triangle at the entrance of the canyon. John walked up to a smaller soldier and yelled in his face. “Now, let us see how smart as soldiers you all are! Now your commander asks you to  attack in a canyon, The defending army has moved in and are dug in the rocks. What do you do?”


He looked around at the group to see people yelling out answers, not following basic military code;  except for kal’roc who stood at attention, and doing a thousand yard stare, His suspicions were answered, this Dragon was someone with military experience. He then heard the draconians voice ring out clearer than the rest. “I’m sorry sir, but it seems that i have to break military rules to answer. You would, as a soldier not attack as with the information we have is too vague, to give a right, or wrong answer. The general or commander would want to send a scouting party most likely to find out there supplies, army size, and if there is a way out or if the canyon is a dead end.”


John walked over to the draconian looking him into the eye, and yelled. “You are forgiven soldier, and that is not a half bad answer. I have to commend you on that though, you are a little rusty on your battle skills, at least from a general’s perspective.” Kal’roc even though the words were a little blunt, and cruel they still gave him pride all the same. He nodded his thanks before returning to attention, with the thousand yard stare.


John sighed as he watched the other members of the division, give hate filled looks at the newcomer. What right did he have, to say what the rules of a garrison are? The general looked at the division and saw, one man in particular that looked like they wanted to stab the draconian so bad. John walked up to Zach swiftly and whispered in his ear. “You want to beat up the newcomer? Well i will let you fight him honorably.” Zach grunted in appreciation before getting out of line, and pushing the Draconian. Once the draconian turned around in slight annoyance, Zach continued “Hey short fry! Fight me.”

Kal’roc face palmed before the muddled words could be heard. “I really don't want to fight you, but if that is the only option so be it.” He walked over to the sand pit before jumping down creating a puff of smoke, and then slipping off his leather armor. Zach jumped down creating a ripple of sand waves, and unsheathes a long sword with a fairly impressive blade length.

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[Cirno]

As Kal’roc unsheathed his katana, he moved slowly around the arena in a circle with john moving just as slow; each waiting for the other to make a move. The draconian tensed up, in anticipation for an attack from the other. John started to run across the ring to swing at the draconian general; Kalroc put his hand on the back of the katana’s blade, and raised it to take the brunt of the force of the long sword.


He stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing; before jumping forward and spinning around like a top and using his weight to keep john on the offensive. While Kal’roc was slightly faster and slightly more skilled with the katana. John had more endurance, and power behind each blow.


Kal’roc opened his mouth and fired off a fireball at the person, to his surprise it grew bigger engulfing john in flames; it then collapsed in on itself, before  growing again at a lower temperature engulfing john again. Kal’roc huffed and puffed after the attack. Luckily the building did not catch on fire. But he did give john a nice simmer in the armour, and everyone could see john was burnt pretty badly but was still standing. Kal’roc looked at john with confusion and bluntly asked. “I won’t fight you anymore, you need medical attention.”


After saying those words he heard someone jump down into the arena and asked him to come to the garrison leaders room. It was important that he come quickly the messenger said. So he rushed to the garrison leaders room to see what was the problem after sheathing the sword. Hopefully it was not anything big, or bad.

This is the last post i will do, its quite painful at this post to write alot. the word count is 280 for this post, and total word count is 5,850 words