"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.
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.