Lost Amongst Lava (Open)

[Miranda Frost]

Her coat was shredded from the brief but climatic battle, her mangled metallic arm leaking out black lubricants to the ashy ground. She was recovered, but to risk using her omnillium to replace her coat and arm was to risk putting herself in an open position should that remaining, wounded dragon decide to target her. Instead she stood by at a safe distance and watch the two finish business.

The seemingly light personality of the green overalled man showed a little darkness and it was somewhat terrifying. She shivered and shook her head. These warriors were strong, stronger than she'd ever seen, or possibly stronger than what anyone in her world had seen. The yearly tournaments were held to keep the surrounding city-states in check with their military growth, requiring nearly all of their strongest warriors to be sent to Colosseum City to fight. The winner stayed and served the Colosseum state, while the others were killed in battle or exiled into the desert. Both of these warriors would have done well if not smashed the competition.

The black haired swordsman with strong resemblance to November, her brother, quickly defeated another dragon. It limped back, hissing and groaning. It was obviously in pain but refused to counterattack. Blood seeped over its scales to the dry ground from its gash on its back. Miranda stepped forward and tapped the swordsman on the back of the head. It was a quirk she did with her brother. She couldn't help it and shocked even her self. She didn't show it though.

"He's done. That dragon will not strike again.", she noted aloud for him, scanning over the beast again. It was almost trembling, but that could be just from the wound it had sustained. Dragons were supposedly smart from the fantasies she had read as a child. This world seemingly stripped everything from what she had read and made it reality. Even if it wasn't as intelligent as dragons were supposed to be, it could surely see the strength in this odd trio. Even the seemingly harmless green clad man was able to send shivers down Miranda's spine.

Frost stepped forward to test her theory. As expected the dragon took to the air, screeching down at the group before flying away. She exhaled and pulled out her little ball of rainbow light, the Omnilium bestowed upon her by the white god, Omni. she focused through it and her damaged arm was repaired, its original chrome surface restored. She then focused on her long, trench-coat like coat. Its sleeves seemed to sew themselves and the ash, dirt and blood that had stained it earlier had disappeared. Its black leather had been restored and she was happy for it.

She turned to the others, crossing her arms.

"My name is Miranda Frost, Your names are?"