On the Road to Colosseum

[King Axorn]

Axorn stepped out from behind the tree, sheathed his gunblade and inhaled, snuffing out the wall of fire. "Alright, I trust you..." he said sincerely, looking from one to the other. He still wondered about the significance of those ram horns on the dragon half-breed. "Let's just hope neither of us ever has to break it. So, why don't we start by introducing ourselves. I'm Axorn, king of the Draconian race where I'm from it seems neither of you fall under that category though. I was headed towards the tournament at the Colosseum when I heard the two of you talking in the woods, so I came to investigate. So, who are the two of you, and what are you doing in the middle of the forest?"