returning to the scene of the crime

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High above Serendipity she flew, gently easing herself around on the air currents, the thin air not phasing her one iota, the dragon viewed Serendipity from her regal position. The fiery colours of her body flaring up in the high sun into a cacophony of vivid imagery. She enjoyed the security of the heights. Nothing would bother her up here. Not much could, anyway. She had decided to return to Serendipity to see how it was doing. The siege had been so long ago.. yet the damage she, herself, had done to the castle, was rather noticeable.. or at least, it had been, when she had done it. She had taken out portions of wall with her body, her flame had eaten up some random wood, and the rest scene had looked like what you'd expect from a battle that included a bunch of mages. From what she had scene, there had been large scorch marks slashed through the castle grounds where the attack was made, and the grass was severly trampled, no doubt there would have been tonnes of other little things, but she hadn't really stopped to admire the scenery.

She dipped lower, curious to see if anything remained to tell the tale of the battle. Going into a playful freefall, tripping over backwards in the air as she let herself drop and enjoyed the rush of air that rushed past her. Somersaulting in the air as the wind buffeted her about, she had quite a ways to fall; marking it by languidly watching the ground slowly approach, then she decided to stay out of range of the castle and slow herself down, so.. flipping over and letting her forearms catch the wind, she slowed her freefall and spun about in a downward spiral, before lengthening it out into a wider circle. Yes, this would be a good height to spy the castle at; a good distance away so as to spot any attack that might come from it and be able to take evasive action. Besides, her dragon sight was keen, and the castle grounds could be seen with great detail and accuracy (she's about as high as a regular airline would be right now).

Circling the around to view where the attack had occured, she chuckled to herself quietly. The people at Serendipity were very efficient. Nothing at all remained of the attack on Serendipity. The walls looked as formidable against attack as before, no doubt reinforced by magic as well.

Oh well, probably for all the better; now there was a small chance that those who dwelled within the castle had forgotten her. Hah. Right. Like that would ever happen. Latira doubted very much that she'd get a welcome if she were to just plop down upon the grounds to say 'hi'. She wasn't about to test her theory, either.

Taking her time descending, she moved over the village, circling about until she was quite visible and recognisable for what and who she was. She moved on, past the noisy markets, the bustling village, out into the rural areas, seeing the workers in the fields, keeping to a languid pace to, soaring. She then glided out into a patch of forest, just beyond a farm's land, and found a small clearing where she could land and rest.

Laying down, she looked about, scanning for any signs of life...

(aii.. kinda cruddy, but oh well!)

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The Centaur watched the pair hurry off, his keen senses took note of the scent, simply because all two-leggers looked much alike, there was no need to bid farewell.
A dragon eh? Not only would be be helping these weak short-stops, he'd be fighting a worthy advisary, it would be death with honour or victory with honour.
No sooner had he turned back to head to the village that his ears picked up the heavy wings beating the air, as soon as he looked to the skies there it was, the dragon mentioned not moments agp.

She was flying fairly low, screams of villagers arose when they saw her but she had already flown overhead... Jonas gave a quick smile and jumped back off the road and into the damp fields, villagers avoiding him as he got too close - proberly didn't want a bath... Wimps.
He followed her until she went out of view, he reached the edge of the forest and slowly entered, he kept his pace quiet and subtle, slowly wading through the trees until he came into the clearing...

|(pretty sucky but i'm lost for time)

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She shifted, rolling her weight more onto her side, tail flicking to into place around her legs, the wing-bearing forelimbs sprawled in a dignified position, the boning of the wings climbing up to her back. She breathed heavily, relaxing after her excursion somewhere else. Eyes closed, head held up to the sun, bathing in its heated radiation. Ah, what a fine place to be lazy.

She was quite the picture, laying there, the details of her armour workings gleaming with a stoney-texture. Most of her was rock-hard scales. The only areas that didn't have scaled were those protected by hard armour plating. The most obvious places for the plating were on her underside come down the neck and to the tip of the tail, and along her back, where she had not only the armour, but she could, when in danger, pull the plating up to allow the long barbs it ended in to rise to the defense. Her head was a rather fine structure, ending with two horns facing backwards and almost level with her head. She also had that presence about her that defined 'dragon'.

Opening her eyes, she decided that the flower that had been taunting her for a while now, all pretty on the ground, might prove to be delicious; snapping the frail thing up in one swift movement before she realized that she had company. Thinking fast on how she could possibly keep her dignity after her last move, she slowly raised her head, watching the centaur carefully, attempting to swallow the grassy-tasting thing and succeeding. Then, she spoke.

"Good afternoon, centaur."

She had met so many people and things in her life that she didn't particularly bother to be insanely polite to every one she met, but she wasn't outright rude, either.. well.. not right now, anyway.

((no worries))

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He stopped at the edge of the clearing and watched the dragon consume the tiny flower. Very suprised the dragon knew speech let alone manners. Slowly, he  took the shield from its carrying position to his side and held it in his right arm, also taking out his long lancet with his left, twirling it in an arc and into a ready positon aimed down at a 45 degree angle, the tip only a foot from touching the ground.
"An' tu yoo, warriur ot' tha skye. he replied slowly and respectfully, until the dragon bared arms he wouldn't - nay, couldn't fight her.

He was certain the female would either take up against him seeing him ready his weapons.
Either-way, if they didn't fight, they were in for a long wait; this Centaur would not leave alive or victorious, even if that ment her surrender - because his was unacceptable.
Jonas waited patiently, his grip tightened while his hooves scratched the ground, ready incase she let loose a burst of fire - that is if she can breath fire, he had heard about dragons before, so he was mildly educated on the subject, -they- said it was certain death if one were to fight in full strength, sounds like Jonas' sort of honour-challenge, to bring a dragon hide or scale  back would bear the highest honour. But a talking one? If it was beast there would be honour in it, but if its intelligent - it would be considered an insult.
He decided he would only fight if she does, if not he may part ways.
"Ah'm only doin' this for ma' protection, lass dragon. Dragons 'ain't got the best repretation from whare ah'm from, but ah'm nay gon'na strike firs'."

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She watched him brandish his weapons with mild interest, mind calculating a few very real possibilites to what this encounter might lead to. She wasn't too worried about his movements, she knew she could take a few hits, and still get away. Unless he managed to do considerable damage to her wings.. Of course, then that little thing called guilt seeped into her thoughts. Of course, these beings were rather well known for their pride and honour, heroic deeds and whatnot. He wasn't exactly the type of street scum that wouldn't think twice of the dragon flying away rather than dealing with the situation. Looks like she'd be standing this encounter out until its finish.

She certainly could breath fire, and currently, there was only one enemy that came to her imediate mind that she would rather avoid. Those were the Mordecai of Connlaoth. Their mere presence nullified any magic in the area, and for a dragon like herself, when a few of her systems were reinforced with magic, this was not the best enemy to tangle with. From what she could analyze from his speech, it would seem that what she knew about most centaurs would prove true for this one; he would not start a battle without a good cause, and it was hgihly likely that he would not back down no matter how hurt he became. She shifted, bringing her legs closer to her body and slowly furling her wings to allow the membrane to fold up protectively. Muscles rippled beneath a scaled hide as weight was redistributed, all the while, her eyes never strayed from him.

"You wish to fight me, Centaur? Is that it?"

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He watched her change footing, appearantly readying herself incase his answer was yes, he was somewhat suprised when she asked if they were to fight. He changed his footing acordingly to how he had been taught, he now stood off-center left and finally readied his reply.
"Aye lass, t'wuld bee an honur tu du battel wit ya"
He scratched the ground and started a slow trot around her, keeping a good momentium if she decided to attack.
"Du ye knuw tha warriurs code?" he questioned and continued assuming she didn't "Since yu ar' tha defendar, yu canne chuuse tha rulez tha i muste accept ta fight yu."
He waited for her reply, still moving about her like a horse would to a human in a pen.
The weapons tied to his body jingled and jogged as he circled her, his eyes were determined and fixed on hers, the shield and spear tightly grasped in his left and right hands.

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If she could, she would have smiled to herself at his answer. Instead, she smiled inwardly to herself, feeling the beginnings of anticipation start to flow through her, kindling an abrupt awareness of her body. Afterall, it had been awhile since she had done battle with anything other than livestock and prey. As he began to trot around her, she followed him with her eyes, head moving atop the swan-like neck before he began to go to an awkward side. At that point, she stretched her forearm out, claws sinking into the earth and, with a heave and a push from her rear, she was standing, and had, with some maneuvering, turned to face him on an angle, and followed his trot around the clearing by moving her body with him.

"I won't use my wings if you don't aim for my eyes. I will also hold back on my magic except that which keeps me alive and can't really be helped."

She was trying to put things better in his favour. She certainly thought that grounding herself and holding back the vast store of magic in her certainly did that. She also didn't fancy getting arrows or other items in her eyes. It had almost happened in Connlaoth, but luckily, the shuriken had landed near it instead of in it. She did not want to repeat the experience anytime soon.

"Keep in mind that flame is not magic."

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Still continuing his pace, he continued cirlcing her dispite the conversation - more for defense really, if she decided to attack he would have a momentius start insted of pushing into full gear from first.
"Sunds jost like aye wuld excekt frum a dragun."
He set his throwing spears, bow and arrows with its quiver down next to one of the surrounding trees that fenced off the grassy duel, although she didn't specify where the boundries were, if she were to allow herself flight it could go anywhere, but of course she was trapped until the fight was at its end.
He returned back to his trot around the the female. "Be thar mure ur shalle wee fiught?" he twirled his lancet once more in confidence and raised the shield in his right to a comfortable height - not like it would protect him from flames because it was so much smaller - or even stay in one piece if she hit it with a full on blow, but it was a leith weapon and emblem, by tradition it was to be used until one of two - no longer able to wield it or the item is broken. Jonas was ready for the grounded females fight.

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Continuing to follow his movements, she was fully geared for this battle. Every one of her senses following him, forming what he might do. Her body curved away from him, while still being on a slight angle to him, tail laid out behind and following the body's curve, swaying in readiness. Suppressing the magic that threatened to envelop her in a protective shell of dark particles, she simply.. sent it away. Elsewhere. Poof. Gone; under guard by a portion of her mind that had rarely been used before. She had done battle before, but for the most part, if she was challenged, it was someone with potent magic that could, if used properly, counter hers and entangle her in an unyielding web that would gather and gather, until she could no longer move.

"We shall fight."

It was then that she moved, in the same direction as he was going, at a slow, steady pace, her great limbs setting down carefully, so that she was countering his movements, and completing the other half of the circle he had been trotting. She waited for him to make a move. She was curious to see what he would do against an enemy as formidable as herself.

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He reared up and turned to his right quickly, seeing that she had begun the fight - in a way.
He once again twirled his lancet while charging through the center to cut to the other edge, he kept outside of her limbs reach until he could formulate an attack, for now she was pretty-much impervious. How he loved the adrenline of jumping head on in to a brilliant fight.
Suddenly he changed direction, a split curve to the left to get behind her, careful of her tail, he attempted to manuver himself under her to get to the weakest parts of her body, he raised his lancets head in an arked angle to attack her underbelly.

(lets say no limitation, i don't want this 3 posts or 3 blocks crap i get from all other sites lol, lets just fight to the best of our imagination. As long as you don't powerplay your hits i'm good ;))

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She tensed as he sprang forward, stopping her forward imediately and crouching slightly, although there was still plenty of room for him to get underneath. Head following his movements. When he moved under her, she sidestepped quickly, feeling the rasping vibration of the lancet hitting the armour plating; there was probably a deep score in it now. Snarling, she snapped after him, allowing a ferocity in her to rise to the surface, bubbling and boiling in the heat of battle. She was agile, and had few hundred years experience of moving her body. A few seconds later, there was a jet of fire aimed for him, and a few trees were marked from where the tip of her tail had scored them. She kept moving, countering his movements, always aware of where he was.

((sounds good))

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As soon as she stepped to one side, he rushed up-front and turned swiftly, using his shield to parry her nose so her deadly teeth would not get within the chance to grab him - or worse.
As soon as she was about to let loose a burst of fire, Jonas rushed behind the nearest tree - using it for a full body shield, once she had finished he heard the tumble of treetops, he then stood his frontlegs as high as he could on the trees bark and pushed with all he had in him - wether it would splinter or completely tumble was dependant on how much damage the fire had done to its side facing her, slowly it creeked and within seconds tumbled, the centaur hoped it would make her jump in suprise or move in an arkward way so he could use this to his advantage.
Nay, better. As it was falling, he dropped his shield at the base of the tree and held his lancet with both hands and proceeded to push himself up the tree and darted along its wood, hoping to get onto her and inflict some damage. He came to the end of the tree at the peak of its arc and jumped...

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What's this? a tree-wielding centaur? She hadn't seen this before. He certainly knew how to improvise. She started slightly at the initial splinter, and then, as the tree fell, she shoved herself against it, muscles tensing to push it out of the way. The creaking of wood and the pounding of hooves on wood in her ears. Wait.. hooves? With a heave, she sent the tree off to the side, and looked up to find a centaur flying onto her.

There was a moment where she was merely watching him in surprise, standing there. Then she went to snap at him, the awkward angle making it difficult to aim. Then, she thought that she'd at least make it more difficult to move about up there, and brought the spinal, barb-like armour to a stand. Like.. heavy duty shingles ending in points, some (in area such as her neck, the base of her neck, and along the tail) had longer points than others. She moved, away from the fallen tree, attempting to curl around to snap at him, maybe throw him off balance.

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THe tree was yanked from under his legs, luckily he had jumped, only to be narrowly snapped at AND of course, came the barbs. Perhaps he should've thought things through... Nah!
He grabbed hold on one of the barbs that poked out slightly to one side, being careful not to be impaled, it seemed she was armour thick, so he swung quickly and with one arm during the swing, he tried to thrust the tip of his lancet into the open-armour where the barbs would fold, the muscles were fairly vulerable close up - that is if you survived the offenses first - this would hurt, alot.
Confident she would jolt about, he held tightly onto the barb, making sure if he did let go he would fall freely insted of only to fall under her foot. the majority of his body would be dangling dangerously if she were to decide to control the pain and grab him.

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Well, he seemed to want to stay up there, and trying to bite him didn't seem to be working. She was just deciding whether she should shake, or roll on her side, when his lancet hit home. A raging snarl came forth as she instinctively threw her head down and forward at the sudden pain of him penetrating her armour, muscles about the area tensing. Soon after, a roar came about and she moved sideways violently, aware of the swinging centaur at her shoulder. She smashed into a tree, shouldering it to where he had been dangling. Once, twice, thrice. She heard the splintering of branches and the creaking of wood as the tree stood against the blows. She then moved away, turning to snap at him (wherever he happened to be now).

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He noticed the sudden arrival to the tree that nearly slammed into him, he let go of his lancet, dropping to the floor before she could slam him into the tree and break somthing vital. He hoped to remain underneath her, until he could get his hands on his other weapons - or an opening is made for him to continue hand to well... claw.
He hoped she would nolt realize he was beneath her or the fight could end quickly, he also took this oppertunity to examine her underbelly, looking for a weakness or damage he could've done earlier.

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((Umm...I was recommended to join this while you guys fight...am I allowed to join in? I could use Quinn...he's a dragon sorta...he was created by them anyways but is faulty :? ))

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((I don't mind myself so its up to kanina ^_^ ))

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((go right ahead, Hylian))

She sprang away from her adversary, turning to attempt to get the lancet out of her back and failing. It wasn't too painful now that she was used to it, but it was irkful. Like.. a fly biting where she couldn't scratch. Hard. A low, mumbling growl came from her as she turned away from attempting to dislodge the thing, and then to survery the scene. Ah, there he was. Moving towards him, in a slightly crouched position, like a cat trying to get at a very large mouse that was baring its teeth at her. She snapped at him, then reached out an arm to bat at him, claws extending as she aimed for the horse-part of the centaur, the part that couldn't duck as well.

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((Okay I'll post soon ^^ And also Jonas...are you trying to sound scottish...? Shame there's thousands of scottish accents and none of them sound like that unless you count the language of Gaelic O_o I feel a bit steriotypical ^^; ))