Aayla found herself still locked away in her room, refusing to see anyone or talk to anyone until she had recovered from her fight with the guildmaster. A feat that was taking much longer than she originally thought it would. She wanted nothing more than to dunk herself in the large fish tank located across two walls of hr room… but found that every time she tried to get out of bed, she could hear the sickening crunch of her ribs and found herself completely out of breath. She sighed as she curled back into bed, drawing her big duvet blanket tightly around her and bringing it up to the top of her nose with a sigh.
The dragon slayer was so lost in her own thoughts of the battle, that she never head the person who had entered the room, nor did she small him until she saw a sudden shadow flash in front of her eyes. She gasped as she leaped up to a seated position, wondering who the hell had been able to sneak up on her like that. However, what she saw nearly made her heart stop. Before her stood a very familiar face… at least half of it was. Staring at her were the same golden, fiery eyes of the man that had hunted her down all the way to Sabertooth the day she joined. Before she could even say anything or let out a cry for her, something was harshly pushed against her throat and the man quickly grabbed her right wrist and began dragging her out of bed.
“Hey stop! Let me go!”
The water dragon slayer ordered, but as the man continued to pull on her causing her to wince and hold in her wimpers, she took a deep breath.
“Water Dragon’s Roar!”
She yelled out at the dark mage as a magic circle appeared in front of her mouth. However, the light of the circle began to flutter until it finally faded and no spell ever emerged from it. Aayla’s eyes grew wide as she then swung to punch the man with her free fist, only to have that wrist now find itself in a handcuff. She then tried to kick at him, crying out however at the pain it caused her.
The man quickly cuffed her second wrist, staring at her blankly as he pulled her into what looked like a shadowy gate that led straight through the wall of her room. Whenever the pair emerged again, they were at Sabertooth’s front door, and the Haede’s Grasp mage was dragging the water dragon slayer towards the teleportation lacrima without a word.
“let me go! CIRVEN, ZINNATH!”
She cried out, earning her a sudden kick to the back, causing the already wounded dragon slayer to gasp and cry out as she heard the familiar crunch of her bones.
The dragon slayer was so lost in her own thoughts of the battle, that she never head the person who had entered the room, nor did she small him until she saw a sudden shadow flash in front of her eyes. She gasped as she leaped up to a seated position, wondering who the hell had been able to sneak up on her like that. However, what she saw nearly made her heart stop. Before her stood a very familiar face… at least half of it was. Staring at her were the same golden, fiery eyes of the man that had hunted her down all the way to Sabertooth the day she joined. Before she could even say anything or let out a cry for her, something was harshly pushed against her throat and the man quickly grabbed her right wrist and began dragging her out of bed.
“Hey stop! Let me go!”
The water dragon slayer ordered, but as the man continued to pull on her causing her to wince and hold in her wimpers, she took a deep breath.
“Water Dragon’s Roar!”
She yelled out at the dark mage as a magic circle appeared in front of her mouth. However, the light of the circle began to flutter until it finally faded and no spell ever emerged from it. Aayla’s eyes grew wide as she then swung to punch the man with her free fist, only to have that wrist now find itself in a handcuff. She then tried to kick at him, crying out however at the pain it caused her.
The man quickly cuffed her second wrist, staring at her blankly as he pulled her into what looked like a shadowy gate that led straight through the wall of her room. Whenever the pair emerged again, they were at Sabertooth’s front door, and the Haede’s Grasp mage was dragging the water dragon slayer towards the teleportation lacrima without a word.
“let me go! CIRVEN, ZINNATH!”
She cried out, earning her a sudden kick to the back, causing the already wounded dragon slayer to gasp and cry out as she heard the familiar crunch of her bones.
- combat stats:
Aayla
HP: 90/100
MP: 80/100
Zinnath
HP: 100%
MP: 100%