A Guild at War

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Ibara stood next to Minh, their contrasting heights evident, and would even be the subject of laughter if Sabertooth weren't locked in with such a conflicting situation. The young dragon could only gawk and marvel at the plethora of Sabertooth and Infinity Hydra wizards a like whom took it upon themselves to jump on top of the dragon in a similar manner that hopefully the fiery dragon slayer too would perform. He glanced back at Minh who seemed to be occupied in the same action; also having eyes locked on the situation, regarding everything around him. He hoped that this would help in making his aim true. One slight mishap in the way he threw his rather small compatriot (compared to him that is) could quite well lead to his death and the young dragon most certainly did not want to die. Not just yet anyway to leave the Guild in danger was an impossibility in Ibara's mind.

The young dragon was about to speak up again before he felt a heavy arm reach around his body and pick him up as if he were nothing but a feather. This overwhelming feeling of strength that hung around his core proved to be none other than Minh's beefy, rocky arm carrying Ibara in a similar fashion to one would carry a sports bag and he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it. Considering the texture of Minh's skin, Ibara saw no harm in igniting himself now, he'd find a trickier job of doing it in mid-air, especially with a daunting-looking dragon approaching him at an extremely fast pace; the notion was almost certainly throw him off his original intentions.

His body initially began to lick with flames, only small coats at first and fire expelled with occasional breaths from his nose while his eyes flickered with a passionate roar. Soon enough, the entirety of his body ignited at once, turning him into an orange spark which contrasted into the darkening hue of Minh's skin. It threatened to set him a light but the rocky texture of his surface remained true to it's original appearance and he seemed undaunted; unaffected.

On and on they went, seemingly circling around the dragon until Minh found a suitable vantage point. For some reason, he had asked the other Sabertooth members that were unoccupied at the time to tag along for reasons unbeknownst to Ibara while he remained slung underneath the rock man's arm like a sports bag. Before he knew it though, he was sailing through the air, and the flames themselves began augmenting within his body before expelling out of his back like a jet-propelled flamethrower, ever-increasing his speed as he sailed directly towards the Dragon's mouth. He heard a voice from behind him; Minh.

"Those willing to take flight with Ibara, follow me!"

Ibara was shocked that other Sabertooth mages were confident in joining him with his suicidal expedition through the air but he was grateful as he found a surge of reassurance to see them flying almost next to him but they seemed unable to catch up, their speed wasn't great enough and it made them much easier targets in the air. The young dragon worried for their safety and despite being in the pinnacle of danger himself, he had to help them somehow. He had to augment their power in a similar manner to his own.

"I really hope I can get away with this.."

As the fiery dragon slayer said such a thing, he spread his arms out from beside him as if they were wings. Spheres of magical, heated energy channeled into his palms and suddenly the balls exploded like lassos, reaching out towards the several other members of Sabertooth that were launched into the air with him. As if they were wires that connected Ibara to the rest of the mages, they too felt themselves augmented with the young dragon's own power; turning into fiery bullets of dragon fire themselves, surging forwards alongside their red-headed compatriot. Soon the majority of Sabertooth had turned into dragonflame bullets and had only one destination; the dragon's defeat.

"We stand together.. we won't lose!"

Ibara yelled at the top of his voice.

"Fire Dragon's Inferno Wings!"

As if his body had enough augmentation already, two draconian inferno-esque wings conjoined at his back and suddenly propelled him forwards at double the speed of the rest of his companions. His whole body became one singular supernova amongst a darkening Ace of Spades which was clouded with smoke in the wake of the dragon's destruction. For some reason, he headed directly for it's mouth, going at a tremendous speed, faster than humanly possible. What was it that he intended?

As Ibara's body neared it's destination, Frederick could be seen from the sidelines, his hands moved as if he were to perform a magical performance of his own in a similar manner to Ibara. That he did. Clearly the Guildmaster's orders weren't considered enough for his own contributions as his whole body exploded with a dark energy and propelled itself towards the ball of light that sailed towards the dragon's mouth. The dark energy surrounded Ibara like a ball, mixing and channeling with his searing hot flames and together, the two conjoined to form this mass of overwhelming power, a darkening sensation of black flames.

Now a black bullet amongst a fiery sea of red counterparts, Ibara's eyes glowed with their charateristic red and yellow while his heart blazed with passion. He would aid in the effort to save Sabertooth and although his plan seemed absolutely suicidal, he had to believe in himself. It had to work.

Being flung back and forth across the dragon, Ardere dug his flaming blade deep between it's iron scales. He could feel the wind swirling around his body as the beast flapped it's wings and shook it's body. Fortunately, he was on the back, between the wings. This meant that he got the least wind resistance, but unfortunately that only saved him for a few moments. As the winds grew stronger, the fire mage could only help by countering with a spell. His body was slashed up by the strands of wind, causing his flame body to flicker in some spots. They were powerful winds, but they would not stop the guild master. Keeping one hand on the blade stuck between the scales, he could feel the wind sucking him away. Eat this. Black flames began to swirl around his arms, blasting him forwards until his fist hit the dragon. These black flames began to summon sparks of gold between the flickering flames, turning them gold. The golden flames blasting him forward with intense speeds, his fist would hit the dragon with enough force to shatter a large building. Flame God's Earth Shatter! The massive amount of gold flames was almost like a beacon to the mages around, a beacon that they could continue fighting. 

If this attack worked and kept him in place, which he was sure it would, then the beast would have taken some damage. However this did not mean in his mind that he should by any means stop attacking, on the contrary. Summoning a black blade of pure flames, hot enough to melt through straight steel. This was the first time he had ever conjured this blade in an actual battle, hopefully it was worth it. Flame God's Dark Arts: Ifrit's Blade. Let's see what you're made of. Stabbing the now second blade between the blades of the dragon, he used his increased speed to repeatedly slash at it's scales. The corrupt flames would likely sear the beast's scales, if not melt them in some places. This was the strongest spell weapon he had in his arsenal, and Ardere planned to put it to use. Come on guys! Hit it with everything you've got!

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Whether it was the questionable smell, the ever-increasing heat, the gargantuan rumbling that shook every bone in his body; all factors seemed to suggest the young dragon was alive and well - just not in a manner that he had expected. The last thing he remembered was seeing an opening maw followed by heated, jet-propelled flames enveloping the entirety of his body before his vision went black. That sensation dissipated within seconds and left him stranded, here, in gunge and mock while solutions of molten metal pooled at his feet. Corpses littered the red-rimmed innards of his draconic assailant and the thought of the innocent lives that were wasted fighting this opponent for which Sabertooth had done nothing to provoke only furthered Ibara's ever-increasing rage. Steam pooled off his skin as it usually would, a mark of his natural temperament, which only added to the intolerable heat that tinged the air.

"I need to get out of--"

His voice was seemingly cut off by a powerful force; a force so strong that it temporarily prohibited the heat inside the dragon from fluctuating, an ice attack of some kind. That was immediately followed by the appearance of a sword directly above the young dragon, a man so strong, capable of piercing the scales of such an overwhelming foe single-handedly; it had to be the Infinity Hydra Guildmaster. Ibara was tempted to call for help, to show some significant sign capable of passing on the message that he was alive and.. not so well. He dismissed the idea though, the gap was simply too small and the heat waves did well to prevent much sound emanate from him at all. Ibara crouched to his knees again while blow upon blow continued to rain down on the dragon, each tremor of significance as the fiery dragon slayer noted, the damage was becoming more visible.

"Times like these where you truly learn not to take your Guild for granted."

Ibara smirked for a moment as he glanced above him, the sliver of light that beamed through the heated darkness; a representation of hope; that all was not lost, this dragon may have been a mighty foe but he was not invincible.

As the young dragon continued to ponder; crouching to his knees for a time in order to think properly, he could hear the dragon's continuous outbursts from within followed by several charged beams which what Ibara faithfully assumed was it's roar.

"OPPOSING ME IS OPPOSING DEATH ITSELF!"

...and other similar phrases that didn't have much effect other than piss the dragon slayer off. He swatted his hand to the base of the monstrosity's stomach in frustration; as if that were to do any good in damaging at all. As his hand connected though, the sensation was not what he had expected. Rather than a protected scale-like form, a hardened shell designed purely to act as the greatest defence, his skin was met with something similar, soft and fleshy... but more importantly - vulnerable.

As if his praises needed any more answering, he could hear another thud echo from above him; another mage had made contact with the dragon, little did he know that this one would be far more influential to Ibara personally than any other would. A brave and solemn voice; unmistakably belonging to Kite Willhelm - the Flame Demon Slayer of Sabertooth. His approach was followed by yet another gaping hole in the same position where Ardere made his mark, an explosion of flaming power that widened the gap in the dragon's hardened shell. The hole was wide enough now and Kite's voice rung true.

"Ibara I hope you're hungry. Eat up and stop fooling around already!"

Following on from that; several small metallic objects dropped down from above, each landing in a pile at the young dragon's feet. Ibara stepped closer towards them, his nose almost pressing against one of the foreign devices before noting a ticking sound. Where had he heard this before? The monumental ticking slowed to a halt as if to signify the conclusion of a timer. Wait.

"BOMBS?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

Ibara screamed as he backflipped rather unacrobatically away from the huge explosion that did well to tear and eviscerate at the dragon's stomach from the inside such was the vulnerability of his innards. Heat scorched and twisted around the beast's body before curling around the young dragon like a blanket that had finally reached it's maker. The dragon slayer had made it a safe distance away for his face not to be blown off by the contraptions from sheer force alone and thankfully, this had allowed him to clock onto Kite's thinking.

"...Hang on.. Kite! You're a friggin' genius!"

Ibara cut himself short. He had to act fast for there wasn't much time. His lungs billowed outwards and his chest puffed to a monumental size before the flames that once blanketed him began to suction into his body like an extremely effective vacuum. The flames that once scorched the dragon's innards now curled and glided into the dragon's mouth. With each passing second, the power of the young dragon begun to intensify. His two-toned eyes slowly began to shift into a deadly-yellow, the same color that adorned his father's eyes. The development was clear. Scales began to shred away the skin on his cheeks and under his eyes; acting as a temporary replacement.

"..Oh man.. I've never felt so alive."

Ibara slammed his fist into the ground while his knuckles sparked with flames, creating a small crater in the dragon's stomach through the force of his punch alone.

"You're about to learn that it's you whom is opposing death. Not us."

Ibara's fists ignited without the use of words due to the embodiment of what many knew as Dragon Force empowering him to monumental levels. Without a second hesitated or spared, at the speed of stampeding rhinos, Ibara's fists rained down on the fleshy, vulnerable mid-section of the beast that had quickly transitioned from predator to prey. Allowing the young dragon into his maw had turned out to be an advantage that had quickly turned in his favour. Magic specifically designed to combat dragons now rained down on this monster's most vulnerable area.

As Ibara's fists slowed to a slightly more exhausted pace, he noticed there now to be a hole in the dragon's underbelly where his fists had once occupied. He glanced around, his dragonly senses even more enhanced before cupping his once ignited hands around his mouth and gazing upwards.

"Let's finish this.. Kite.. Ardere.. it's time you ignited too."

The young dragon breathed inwards and with a mighty roar, a colossal column of flames ripped from his mouth and burst outwards; tearing through the dragon's spine only to form a massive cylinder of flames which both went through the dragon and up into the air; acting as a beacon for the other mages to rain down upon the dragon with everything they've got since the shoe was on the other foot; the predator had become the prey.