Nikolai Dixon and Towa Lamira vs. Filthy Dragon Ladon

"Well, I'll be damned," says a voice. A voice all too familiar to say the least. A man steps out of a shadow. His name is Nikolai.

One obvious feature is his mane of hair. Not only is it clean-cut, it's white! Pretty outlandish for the Draco Mage. He had just came back from the shop where he got his hair dyed, and walked through an alleyway when he sees the most disgusting sight:

A dragon. Multiplying. Like crazy.

"What in God's name is this?"

At that moment, a dragon which had come out of the original rushes Nikolai. "What do you think this is?!" it roars as it runs. Nikolai jumps up to avoid being crushed by its large hand, but has a hard landing on his feet. He manages to open up about five feet of distance between the two of them.

"Choke on this!" yells the dragon as he prepares to slam his giant fist onto Nikolai.

"I don't think so."

Nikolai unsheathes his sword, Akuma Furea, still in its Sealed forme, and holds it upwards horizontally. The dragon screams in pain as he holds his right hand, which drips blood from running into the sword.

Nikolai cleans the blood off of his blade. Afterwards, he sheaths it, not knowing that he would need it later on. The Draco Mage looks up from the ground to see a woman, accompanied by minions, rather footservants. His white hair glistens in the light, hair dye starting to pour down his neck before drying.

"Who are you?"

Nikolai was dumbfounded. Is she a friend or a threat? Better to find out later on.

The Draco Mage was too focused on how to beat the dragon to help. The part of his mind that was not focused on "gotta find a way to beat this dragon's ass" was focused on the woman, who seemed to have been hit in the chest, being knocked back. Who is this woman, Nikolai wondered as he brushed the lobe of his ear with his right index finger.

"Just who the hell are you anyway? And why have I any reason to aid you, considering you intruded on my fight? What will you give as retribution for interrupting my duel?"

Towa recovered and rushed at the dragon slacking at it leg as she ran underneath it. "YOU CAN EITHER HELP NOW, OR LEAVE THE AREA." she yelled from the other side of the dragon. she really did like having to deal with guild mages most were stuck up and only cared for themselves but Towa could not fight the dragon alone. She frowned as the dragon turned to face her. "Stupid Mage... you all useless." she summoned Artimus and stacked it down, drawing the strick back as she did. "For destruction of public property." Towa loosed a arrow of pure light. "GO TO HELL!" the arrow would know the dragon back a little bit.

The Wildheart had just made a resolve to help the woman when bits of brimstone began to fall, as if though it were a rain of sorts. Then, from behind him, a bellow, no, not from a God Slayer could be heard slamming into the building on his right side behind him. A green liquid, which the Draco Mage had just seen was caught upon fire, and the building which was hit was reduced to rubble, bits of brick falling upon the battlefield, as if though it were a hailstorm. Then, without warning, the buildings surrounding Nikolai and the woman were lit, like candles, and the battlefield became like a hell, as if though everything were destroyed and all that remained was desolateness.

The Draco Mage was in shock, although the feeling was not expressed upon his face. His hair blew throughout the mess, due to a wind from all the explosions. At the time, Nikolai was thinking:

"Oh damn."

Towa paid no heed to her surroundings unless it directly threaten her. Towa simply dodged a fireball that landed near her, leaving artimus stacked into the ground. She rollled to the right as stone fragment showed her. "Damn it..." Towa took War in both hands, a flash of light was seen as she released its power for her to use. Towa was ready to go all out now, she could only imagine the amount of people dying right now and it pissed her off, it pissed her off to the point she was willing to use War's power.

Kakuma's eyes turned red and she charged the dragon, her blade ready to strike as soon as the dragon gave her a targer. She no longer cared about the Idiot civilian mage. nor did she care about the people dying, all she wanted to do was kill this damn dragon, and if anything got in her way they would die.

The Draco Mage took off his scarf and shirt, revealing an incredibly toned body, not to brag, of course. He looked at the large amounts of destruction surrounding him, and immediately he was filled with an insatiable anger towards the dragon and its cohorts. An anger that can only be quenched by violence, an anger that can only be suppressed by annihilating the dragon, and all who have caused this.....

Nikolai had never felt this feeling before. Was this some sort of anger for Fiore? All he knew was that he had a commitment, no, an obligation to make this filthy dragon Ladon atone for what it has done to the land.