Saving Rose Garden! [Job, Ezra/Allison/Cirven]

Fairy Tail. A guild that seemed to be around as long as Earthland was, and seemed just as resilient as Earthland, too. The guild was one shrouded in both light and mystery, wizards from all over gathering together to empower themselves or others in their quest for what seemed to be justice, but many would find that many members in the guild would stray away from that one path, even the previous Guildmaster, Kanix Laspor. Although to Ezra, her face was unknown, her crimes were not. She was undoubtedly known to be a suspect if not the culprit who took part in the massacre of Magnolia Town and disappeared afterwards. The infamous Lucie, who was accused of murder and holding the title of Coming Storm, a title only given to the the worst of them. Nothing like the Eleven Sinners, of course, but they were certainly heading down that path. She too, vanished after the guild allegedly gave her prying eyes. Her face was unknown, but her crimes were not. It was these strayed souls that branded the once glorious guild, Fairy Tail, as an enemy of the Magic Council. And like Lucie and Kanix, Fairy Tail… vanished.

When Ezra thought about the tragedies of betrayal, deceit, and heartbreak, who could barely keep himself together. He wanted to protect this guild. He wanted to protect everyone in it. But holding an A-class title would serve him nothing he if he did act with his power. He was one of the most determined, stubborn men in the guild who was both bark and bite. He wanted to prove useful and loyal to his Guildmaster, and wanted to establish a bond of trust between him and his guildmates.

It was just in the early morning, about a quarter past seven. But despite the hour, the sun was rising and a shroud of warm hues covered the atmosphere. All sorts of blues, oranges and yellows painted it refreshingly. In an open field just in front of the shroud of trees part of the East Forest. It seemed to be the only place of Magnolia that remained untouched, unharmed, and magnificent. It wa tranquille and vast, perfect for a tussles and whatnot. But the forest and field is what he had called home for the last week or so, as he had no problem with living about in nature. But, alas, the inactivity had been eating away at Ezra’s mind and he could no longer remain idle. With the slow, progressive reconstruction of Magnolia Town, there was nothing more to do than to build. But, Ezra was not only a citizen, but a wizard, and he had tasks he must heed to elsewhere in Fiore. And thus, the blazing redhead had taken on an abundance of jobs recently, and he had prepared himself mentally and physically to binge the for the next month or so. He, however, feared that because of his inability to notify his guild, his extensive absence would birth paranoia and great distress. But at the same time, he reckoned he wasn’t so important that someone would lose their head over his absence.

Today, his first location was Rose Garden. He had remembered going there once, and the bitter taste of champagne and alcohol seemed to remain on his tongue since his trip to one of their bars. He feared that he would stray away and find himself in such a place again. Tasted like some of the finest alcohol but he had little tolerance.

That aside, on his way to the train station of Magnolia Town, he realized that it too, had been destroyed and reduced to dust and stone. If the morning grogginess was not enough, he had accepted the fact that he would have to walk to the next town over, get on their train and only then could he resume his quest. But walking, running, or sprinting from town to town required the maximum stamina (physically and mentally) of the person, as he had not anticipated such a struggle. But, him being fit, it was relatively easy to get to the next town, just not quick and timely. He felt a small moment of graciousness because he had headed out so early. Time waits for no one, so best exploit it.

Eventually, Ezra did make it to the train station in the nearest town (which happened to be Hargeon) and boarded seconds before it departed.

With heavy breaths, Ezra slunk back into his seat in a cold sweat. He peered out the window, exhausted with his efforts as his eyes grazed upon the glistening waters of Hargeon Town. It was never really his kind of town, he wasn’t a fisherman nor a water person, and this town seemed to be the embodiment of all those things. The redhead sighed and fiddled with his fingers in his pockets until he grabbed hold of something.

A lingering memory resurfaced upon physical contact, and as he shuffled through his pocket to retrieve a crumbled up paper, he realized that this was the job request he had snatched earlier. With nothing better to do, he reread the text:

”To all whom it may concern,

Our peaceful town, Rose Garden, is threatened by a great evil. Lately, suspicious characters have been walking into my bar, always asking questions about how many people lived in this town, and if there were any wizards. Each time, I answered the as accurately as I could but didn’t realize the pattern. Each time they asked, they’d smile a grim smile and leave without paying, never to be seen again. They came one at the time, ordered the same things, and asked the same questions. I suspect that this morbid behavior will be dangerous to ignore…

I grow weary of their eerie comments, and I am requesting a wizard’s assistance in this time of need. Please arrive at “Thorn’s Bar” in Rose Garden as soon as possible to discuss further details.”

Ezra scratched his scalp as he reread the puzzling message. It certainly was an eerie request, knowing that a great evil may befall Rose Garden but a evil so obscure that such little detail was given publicly. But he could not face his guild or his people if he had simply ignored a call of distress. But with a request ranked so high, the blazing redhead feared for the worst.

Ezra sighed and relaxed back into his seat, slipping the request onto his lap as the train slid along the tracks. In the seats on the opposite side of him was a Mother and her daughter, who seemed visually interested in Ezra. She was small, had pigtails and brown hair, wore a frilly pink and white dress and had hazel eyes. She leaned over with a grin and tugged at Ezra’s sleeves.

“Hiya, Mister!” The little girl lilted with her silvery voice. Ezra turned to her, alarmed by the sudden physical contact and welcomed her with a grin just as friendly.

“Why, ‘ello there.”  Ezra acknowledged. The girl fell quiet for a few short moments, investigating Ezra with her eyes.

“Are you a wissard, mister?” The little girl spoke softly as she eyeballed him. Ezra laughed awkwardly to her pronunciation mistake, lifting his head to review the Mother, who appeared to be dozing off. The redhead turned back to the girl and nodded.

“Dam-... Darn right I am! The real thing, I tell ya.” Ezra rejoiced. The girl would grin even a wider grin this time around, revealing her missing teeth which only added to her cute charm.

“Are you stronk?!” She egged him on. Ezra’s face went as red as his hair as she spoke, almost breaking out in an innocent laughter at her speech. He pressed his hand against his chest and took a deep breath with a friendly smile before his face reduced back down to his normal complexion.

“Gee, if I ain’t strong, I’ll be damned! Wanna feel my ‘ceps? They pretty impressive if ya ask me, little girl!” Ezra would roll up his sleeve and flex for the girl, who almost had a twinkle of awe in her eyes. She began to grope his muscles, gasping.

“You’re so stronk!” The little girl had both her small hands wrapped tightly around Ezra’s biceps, tugging at his arms. “Hey, mister, where are you going? Are you going to fight monsters?” She asked inquisitively.

Ezra peered upwards in thought, wondering how to explain it to the little girl before he suddenly had a vague idea. The redhead turned back to her and smiled, “Well, ‘somethin like that. You see, there are lots ‘n lots of folks out in the world who are in trouble and need help. Wizards, like me, are the people to call to come to their rescue, ya know?”

The girl’s eyes sparkled in awe and she further shook his arm excitedly, “So you’re a hero? You beat up the bad guys?!”

“Uh-huh. You bet I do. And that’s what I’m going to do now, help people.” Ezra retorted.

“That’s so cool! I want to be a wizard, too, mister!!” At this point, the girl was shouting in the train, but her mother remained undisturbed.

“You do, huh? Ain’t that a nice goal! Maybe in a few years or so you can have all about it, little girl.” Ezra chuckled and ruffled her hair, “I remember when I wanted to become a wizard. I was just like you, I had a hero of my own. You do some hard work ‘n you’ll be a hero in no time, I reckon. Ya get me, little girl?” The redhead raised his hand to the girl, offering a high five which she had joyfully returned.

For the majority of the ride, the two had talked gleefully. The redhead had always enjoyed young children, it was a pleasure to endorse and talk to them.

“I gotta go now, mister!! Mama said so. Bye-bye!” She waved as she would hug the redhead’s leg and skip down the steps with her hand entangled with her Mother’s. The parent would peer over to Ezra with a smile and nodded, as if to say “thank you.” Ezra blushed and twisted and twirled his hair, embarrassed, but eventually nodded back with a thumbs up.

The train began to move again. At this rate, I reckon I’ll arrive earlier than anticipated. Always a good time to investigate, though… He pondered. But during this period of being, he felt many prying eyes lay upon him, and obscure gossiping.

Ezra realized this and peered behind his seat to find a group of middle aged women who gossiped, though Ezra couldn’t hear it quite as well as he wanted to. When the middle aged women caught him eavesdropping, they scowled at him and quieted down even more. At this point, Ezra decided to mind his own business and turn back around before one woman had stood from her seat and tapped his shoulder.

“Sir, you’re a wizard, are you not?” The woman with curly blonde hair had asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

Ezra would nod his head quietly, “Well, gee, yes I am.” He retorted before easing back into his seat, now aware of her presence. “What’s it to ‘ya?”

“In a guild, by chance? Which?” The concern in the woman’s voice only continued to grow, leaving Ezra feeling like he was being interrogated.

“You sure ask an awful lot of questions, Miss… but yes, I am in a guild. Fairy Tail.” Ezra smiled an awkward smile.

The woman’s face morphed into a scowl as she would quickly return to her group to whisper and gossip again before she stood up again. This time, her girl friends stood with her and all four of them walked over to his seat.

“So you’re with the outlaws who destroyed Magnolia Town, are you?!” The previous woman had accused him, the other women soon joined in.

“You’d ought to be arrested for your crimes! A lot of people lost their family, friends, and homes in that massacre!”

“Do you even feel sorry for what you’ve done?”

Their accusations continued, leaving Ezra thoroughly confused and speechless. But he could tell what was going on. The redhead, who was a wizard under the Fairy name, had been subjected to prejudice for a crime he did not commit. Ezra concluded that not only were these women not Magnolians, they clearly were ignorant, as Ezra had not even been in Fairy Tail during the incident. Realizing this, Ezra quickly became more infuriated by their accusations. He let them continue, as he did not want to cause a scene.

“Why are you silent? Have nothing to say? It’s as good as admitting to it, you know!” The first woman had topped it off, not noticing the popping veins of anger on his body.

Ezra finally responded. “You ladies are all fine and dandy, but you clearly aren’t informed, are ya?” The redhead shot piercing eyes back to the group, whom all flinched. “The real culprits behind such a terrible thing are shrouded in darkness and mystery. As if Fairy Tail would do such a thing. But ‘course, y’all had to fix the blame onto someone, and ‘suppose you thought it well be Fairy Tail, huh? I got a thing ‘r two to say, ladies. Ain’t no one gonna shame my guild like that, ya hear? I ain’t gonna hurt you, and I won’t raise my voice. I won’t talk down to you like you do me. Ain’t nobody got time for that, ya see. Hate my guys, ain’t none of my shits will be granted to you. But I’ll be here to help and protect you when you need me. That was Fairy Tail’s purpose years ago and it still is.” He turned back to the window. “Now how bout y’all sit’on down? You’ll fall… or worse, the conductor will start fussin.” Ezra grinned a friendly grin as the women would silently return to the seat behind them, no longer gossiping.

It was an interesting morning, Ezra was sure about that as he would get off the train and to his destination, Rose Garden. He expected company, as this was not a “one man’s job.” It required a diverse skillset and group of wizards, according to the request. It was labeled as an S-class job, which shocked Ezra. He wondered if the class was decided based on paranoia, the client having only seeing the suspected characters only once, not once coming across their names or seeing them being belligerent. Their questions did pique some suspicious, and he feared that this job was really worthy of S-class ranking, he knew better. He knew these people would rather be safe than sorry.

Ezra asked around for the quiet “Thorn’s Bar” to meet his client and to meet with the other wizards. As he was directed by many people, he made way to the alleyway that harbored the bar. It was rather dark and discomforting, not a place he’d expect a bar to be. But regardless, he walked around until he came across an entrance.

The redhead twisted and turned the knob, but to no avail. It appeared to be locked. Puzzled, he knocked and waited. No answer. So, he knocked and knocked until someone finally answered. A man with a thick beard, short black hair, a bulky face, and a suit with a red tie cracked the door open to peer out of it.

“Who are you? We’re closed.” He gruffed.

Ezra smiled, “I’m a wizard checking in for a request sent by a guy who said to meet at this bar. I’m from Fairy Tail. Is that guy here? Is anyone here, for that matter?” He could tell that the place was as empty as a bottle.

The man investigated the redhead from head to toe, before closing the door and unlocking what seemed to be dozens of locks. “Come in, have a drink while we wait for the others.”

Awkwardly, Ezra opened the door and made himself at home. “Sorry ‘fer intruding…” He whispered as he crept inside, sat down at the counter as the man would shine his glasses.

“Like some vodka? Or are you a wine guy?” The man with a gravelly voice spoke calmly.

“Uh, neither, sir. I don’t drink my booze until late at night. Too damn early for that luxury, heh.” Ezra tapped the counter delicately.

“My kind of guy.” The man chuckled. “You can call me Mr. Thorn, sir.” Mr. Thorn offered. Ezra was thoroughly satisfied with his name. It was only fitting that a bar in Rose Garden was called Thorn's Bar, with the bartender being a man named Mr. Thorn. How delightful!

Ezra snickered gleefully, “Ah, what the hell? I'll have a shot of vodka, if you don't mind. I've been having a glum morning, anyway.”

“Coming right up, sir.” Mr. Thorn would go to quickly prepare the drink, leaving Ezra to his own devices as he waited.

The redhead noticed the unique atmosphere of the bar, a sweet smell of flowers and delightful portraits and paintings of landscapes hung on the walls. The tables were made of a crisp mahogany, and the only light source were scented wax candles. Ezra whistled as if cat calling a woman, attracted to the bar's attractiveness. “Well ain't this just the prettiest bar I've been to. I should come here more often.”

A small shot glass slid over to Ezra, filled with his requested vodka. Ezra lifted his head only to find Mr. Thorn with his back still turned, shining his glasses again. “Is that so? What a compliment.”

Ezra would whiff the vodka before drinking it all in one go. “Damn right. The bars in Magnolia ‘n stuff only know how to make their men drunk. The place is a dump, otherwise. Has no class.” The redhead blushed as the alcohol flushed his system, tapping the table for another.

Mr. Thorn headed over to the shot cup where he refilled it, looking down at Ezra. “That should be enough. But yes, Rose Garden is known for it's class… our aged wine, hard vodka, and tasty booze is famous for it's rich components.”

By the time Mr. Thorn was done speaking, Ezra had already finished his vodka, raising his hand to decline Mr. Thorn's offer for another.

“Yeah, sure right about that. And you say men have been wandering here for more than booze?” Ezra lazily retorted.

Mr. Thorn found himself pausing his cleaning, a dark shadow casting over his eyes. “Indeed. They're very shady characters, and I fear the worst for this town if I didn't call in some wizards or skilled Rune Knights. Of course, the Rune Knights thought nothing of it. They called me paranoid and crazy since being cooped up in this bar all the time. They're too lax, you know.”

Ezra would lean onto the counter, fiddling with his glass. “You really think it's worthy of being S-class, though? Could just be a couple of scandalous robbers, ya know. I'm not saying it's not, but ‘er request seemed so vague…” Ezra would ask in a quiet voice.

“It was more than that. I felt it in my gut. They were not ordinary thieves, there was bloodlust in their eyes. I could hardly stand to watch then drink my wine without kicking them out. I felt like…” Mr. Thorn paused and peered back to Ezra, “like they could kill me.”

Ezra swallowed his saliva, looking down at the wood counter. “I see. Well, always trust ‘er gut is what I always say. Rather be safe than sorry.” Ezra chuckled. “We can continue this when the others come. I'm curious to meet’em myself.”

WC: 3,294/9,000

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For the most post, Ezra and Mr. Thorn had their pleasant exchange of words. They spoke little of their backgrounds, and to Ezra's surprise, this was a bar passed down from father-to-son for seven generation, according to the man. Ezra was shocked by the commitment behind the bar, but he also wondered if family tradition was really what he wanted to do.

Ezra stared down at his reflection in what little vodka there was left inside the glass, gazing deeply into his own sky blue eyes, his charming, white skin. He pushed the glass away with a gentle nudge and looked back up to Mr. Thorn, "Ain'tcha ever think of getting out of this place? Seeing the world a bit? Not all drinks have to make you tipsy. Swear you'd like 'erself a Magnolian drink, if it still stood..." Ezra's voice drowned out at the last part, their conversation cut short by the sudden intrusion of another.

He heard the faint knocking of knuckles, Mr. Thorn taking notice and cautiously walking up to the back door. Ezra could trace quiet exchanges between the young man and Mr. Thorn. The redhead whistled as the two talked, before Mr. Thorn would give in and allow the man entry.

With Ezra's keen sense of hearing, he was quickly able to pick the young man's name up. Cirven Mizune. An odd name, but he supposed any name was odd. He would peer back over his shoulder to view Cirven, who had somewhat short long hair, and eyes with two different colors.

Cirven was quick to get to the point when he arrived at the counter, asking all sorts of questions. Some included a hint of arrogance, which didn't irk Ezra, he simply took notice is all.

The redhead grinned and nodded, "Someone's confident. Name's Ezra Aurence, Cirven. Overheard your conversation with our client, so that's how I know your name. Well I guess it do't really matter now since you know mine 'n all." Ezra rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly before breaking the tension with a cackle, Ain't this just a doozy? Feel like some sort of detective, ya know? 'Suppose we already are, heh."

Ezra tapped his fingers on the counter, a subtle request for another shot of vodka. It was a risky request, knowing how Ezra couldn't handle his booze very well, but he feared he'd need such intoxication to remain tranquil for the remainder of this mission. Mr. Thorn slid a glass over to him, this time, Ezra taking careful sips. His cheeks flushed pink, "Ooo-wee! Ain't that just the hardest thing I've ever poured down my silly-ol-throat in all week." Ezra and Mr. Thorn both shared laughs before Cirven was up and at it again with a bombardment of questions.

Ezra smiled and shook his head, "Lil' display, you say? I think it's best experienced when 'er surprised. And me? Lagging behind?" Ezra nearly choked and slapped his knee, "Ain't that a jest! You don' got a thing to worry 'er little head off about,
Mister Mizune. They only send the best of the best for S-class, son." He gave Cirven a hearty slap on the back as a sign of good will before an effervescent young woman made herself known in the bar.

Ezra leaned out of his stool to get a clear look at the woman, holding his glass. The redhead waved in a burst of friendliness which would appear to light up the moods of everyone "'Ey there, Missy! Afternoon to 'ya too." Ezra chugged down what little vodka had remained, slammed the glass down on the counter before accompanying it with some jewels in a leather pouch. "That should be everyone, ya think? Now let's get down to business -- !!"

SWHOOM!

A loud burst could be heard, shaking the ground, the building, everything. Ezra calmly looked up into the atmosphere, fascinated. "I see," The trio would soon discover an eerie barrier swallowing Rose Garden, "a barrier, huh? Guess we don't have much of a chance to talk 'bout business. Seems like business has come to us!" Ezra would chuckle before his humor reduced down to a state of solemn.

Suddenly, among panicking citizens was a much more ominous voice with words of terror within a speech. "Those of you who consider this Rose Garden home are now trapped inside of it due to a barrier that we have placed completely around it. You have no way to escape or way to have help come in. We are the guild Corona Culpable and we have come here to make Rose Garden our new home and headquarters. You can try to defeat us but you will only be defeated yourselves by our might and power! Each of our strongest members will be the key to destroying the city that you are in if you desire to try to actually defeat us. You will not only have them to deal with but our other members as well as well as there being a five hour timer for when the bombs triggered by each member is used. So bow down or be destroyed!"

Ezra stared quietly down at counter, in deep thought. Cirven would simply lay out his intentions for the group, often commenting on their power, underestimating their abilities. Ezra grunted and glared back to him, not with a look of hate but of sheer concern. "Kid, before you dip," Ezra stood up and pointed to the barrier just above them, "To them thousands of townspeople 'ousside, that ain't just a job to them. It's a death sentence. You best treat it like one, not 'erryone was born with the strength to vanquish such evil. This ain't no ticket into the pockets of Magic Council, to these folks, we're their only hope." Ezra simmered down as Cirven departed by himself.

The redhead looked over to the woman and huffed, "Name's Ezra. We can save chitchat for later, we have to fix things and fix things fast, ya hear?" The wizard took the woman by the wrist and dragged her outside for a better view. Ezra pinched his nose, "I have the damndest best nose in all'n Fiore. I can track down them bombs in no time... or some time... we also need to get the citizens to safety and prevent as much collateral damage as possible. We should evacuate'em to safety first, yeah?" Ezra proposed.

The was still time before they were likely to trigger the bombs, knowing how... smart they were. He looked to the woman with eyes of concern.

WC: 1,095
Total WC: 4,389/9,000
Note: Let's not beat them up too quickly, now. We gotta make the job interesting!

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Everyone seemed to know what they were doing in the few minutes they spent together. He enjoyed the cooperative atmosphere the three had laid out for themselves in the short time they conversed. Plans were made and helpful edits to said plans quickly took place afterwards. The three, or perhaps just Ezra and the young woman, had discussed the situation before leaving each other to their own devices.

But before the three adept wizards brought the fight to the enemies, the enemies seemed to bring the fight to them as two men or women in dark shawls approached them with a certain hostility. The redhead swiftly dodged any sort of lunges they made. However, not to Ezra's surprise, Cirven had quickly downed them with the swift movements of his hidden blades. Their faces fit well with the concrete below, all snug in the stone and all. The thought made Ezra chuckle lightly as they trio would then depart for the period.

The sound of metal flesh against metal, the slowing fading magical presence of Cirven as he departed for a greater good, it was all too refreshing for the redheaded wizard. He took deep breaths and smiled confidently, but would soon fall back down into a state of puzzlement. "Oh, well, the problem is that I ain't as mobile as them fellas... gonna be 'joggin all throughout town to find these guys! Geez!" Ezra groaned, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Suddenly, the ground shook vigorously just as Ezra swallowed his words. For only mere seconds the ground had vibrated, as if some sort of large object had been tossed from a vast height. However, this was simply different from any debris. It had the faint sense of a wizard that made his strength feel mediocre in comparison. He felt as if there was a hot breath on his neck. The streets were empty, leaving Ezra somewhat pleased as he had realized that this was no debris, but an enemy to strike down. As Ezra peered over his shoulder, he would discover a tall figure decked in armor. From what Ezra could tell, it was a man, but suspected that it might just be a deception of the genders! He happened to be more concerned about the person's sex than their strength, and was left in a state of wonder as the alleged man spoke. "Who are you, wizard?
Are you prepared to descend to the realm of death? by my hands?" The knight-like wizard warned him with a deep, mysterious voice, but full of confidence and capability.

Ezra turned around with a solemn expression, his yellow eyes full of intensity and a thirst for battle. Or, what seemed like a thirst for battle, when truthfully, he had made up his mind about something very important. The redhead and pointed a proud finger toward the knight-like wizard and accused him of something jaw dropping, "You sir, are a MAN!" Ezra protested, "Yes, it is very clear now! I'll be damned if I'm wrong!"

It seemed that the wizard has his priorities mixed about when the conversation went from life-or-death to the stunning confusion he had suffered from with the wizard's gender. But clearly, Ezra had been mistaken. The wizard had trembled in a silent rage, brooding and mumbling all the same. "Why, you little..." The knight-like wizard had held out a hand as a large, no, humongous bastard sword began to materialize in his palm, "I am a woman, you scum! Prepare to fall to the blades of Ealit!" She elucidated, pointing her bastard sword at Ezra with the strength of only one arm. "Prepare yourself! HYAH!"

With a violent swing, Ealit had lunged at Ezra with mighty force and speed. Luckily, due to the weapon's size, it was easy to predict the movements and to dodge accordingly, but the redhead couldn't escape a scratch on the cheek from the blade's deadly kiss. A moment of silence passed by as Ezra would run two hot fingers over his tender wound, a smile on his face, "God almighty! If ain't that just the mightiest swing my eyes have seen! You must work out a lot, eh?" Ezra jested.

Ealit had withdrawn her weapon from the lunge and resumed a combat stance, following with a chuckle, "Likewise! Not just anyone can dodge that, or THIS!" Ealit would lunge again with an even greater force than before, leaving Ezra to resort to magic at once.

The lady-warrior would soon realize that she had only struck a cloud of chilly mist, Ezra nowhere to be found in her field of vision. "Where did you go? What tricks do you have up your sleeve, wizard?" Ealit demanded, looking all about in hopes of revealing the redhead.

Little did she know that the Ice Slayer had been several meters in the atmosphere above her, preparing for a grand counterattack. "That was close, lassie, almost got me
there!" Ezra shouted, Ealit quickly realizing what position she had been in and adjusted herself into a defensive posture. "Come to me, The Royal Drake!" At those heedings, a large, sixty-five meter tall and one-hundred-fifty meter long, pure white drake manifested in the atmosphere with it's magnificent battle cry.

The drake had landed directly on top of Ealit, leaving a smokescreen of dust and dirt in the air. One would instantly think she had been crushed under the force of the summon, but as the smokescreen disappeared, it would be seen that she had raised her bastard sword right there the drake had struck, holding off its talons with equal force, the two beasts struggling to overpower another. "As if I'd let your lizard get me so easily!" Ealit had laughed confidently as she slowly began to overpower his drake.

Ezra smiled, as he would position himself just behind the armored mistress, "Ain't that a doozy? I wouldn't 'llow ya to escape so easily, ya know!" It would soon be discovered that in his hands was an icy bow, armed and ready to fire, "Ere' we go!"

With that being said, three arrows fired at amazing speed. Ealit, having noticed his intent, only had two options. She could either ignore the battle of power between her and the drake and intercept the projectiles, or succumb to the arrows' strength in an attempt to fend off the drake. Either way, the lady-warrior would succumb to his forces.

"Tch!" She growled, seemingly unable to react fast enough, as not only was she struck with all the arrows, but was crushed underneath the towering talons of the drake. After several moments of silence, Ezra had inched his way over to the woman and commanded his summon to lift its paw. To Ezra's surprise, Ealit had been unconscious and frozen... and grounded perfectly into the stone and dirt. Her giant bastard sword had  dematerialized into nothingness, leaving Ezra relieved.

The redhead looked up to his large summon, "Alllllrighty, then! One down,
however-many to go! Let's go, hm?" Ezra had climbed onto the head of his drake and went off throughout town, leaving the unconscious woman to her dreams and the authorities.

WC: 1,188
Total WC: 5,577/9,000
Summary: Ealit defeated and unconscious.

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Most battles went by quickly. If anything, after Ezra's encounter with Ealit, it had been battles with mediocre dark wizards. The redhead came across more and more petty criminals as he wandered through the town, stopping at buildings that caved in to rescue those trapped underneath the rubble. It seemed as if he was more of a first-responder than a professional wizard here to fight the dark wizards. The criminals and mediocre dark wizards came like luggage on his Drake's back, and the rescued citizens would be dropped off at a nearby safe zone, as were the criminals to the authorities. A lot had happened in the last five or ten minutes!

As his drake darted through town, Ezra stood firmly on it's head to track any suspicious scents or magical power. But it seemed as if they came to him instead of him coming to them as Ezra would discover a small figure in a shawl and a much bigger, seemingly stronger man in another shawl. They were both suspicious figures, and Ezra took no time to engage them as he stepped off of his drake and huffed. "'Ere we go. You lads are really loud, y'know? Y'all make it easy for us,
ha." Ezra cackled as he would roll up his sleeves and blow into his hands, rubbing them together as if he were warming them up by a fire.

"Ice King's Rifle!" Ezra crowed as an elegant but dangerous rifle materialized between his palms. pointing it at the man. "I reckon this'll go by quickly."

The drake bared its fangs, Ezra prepared his rifle, it seemed as if this would end immediately before the man would crack a smile and slowly clench his fist, as if squeezing something. Ezra hesitated no further to shoot the man into a state of unconsciousness, but would find that he... couldn't pull the trigger? He felt an discomforting pressure build in his body, as if he were slowly going to explode, a heart attack of some kind. A cold sweat glazed his white skin, his body trembling under this alien stress, and his sky blue filled with fury.

"I'm not gonna go down so easily like them others, boy!" The man cautioned before his threatening hand finally balled into a complete fist, and as it did, Ezra would glow into a ball of light before quite literally exploding.

The redhead fell to his knees from the sudden, unexpected attack, droplets of blood flying from his mouth and onto the cold, cracked pavement. It was like one major stroke, his muscles felt torn, and he could only guess that this feeling came from the man ahead of him.

"How'd it feel? Hehaha!" The man continued to snort and cackle as Ezra raised himself to his feet, licking his bruised lip.

"I'll be damned. If you ain't the first to give a good tussle!" Ezra smiled his usual toothy smile, ignoring the pain and continued to aim his rifle. "Drake!" Ezra exclaimed, beckoning his large summon over to his side in a thirsty fit of bloodlust. It hissed and snapped, lunging itself onto the suspicious man.

"What an easy target! As if you can defeat ME, Scarm, which such a lizard!" Scarm, unraveling his shawl, announced as he repeated the same motion as before with a twisted grin splitting his face. And like so, the Drake exploded in the same manner as Ezra as quickly as Scarm had introduced himself, leaving the town to rumble and his Drake to cry.

Pew!

Through the smoke and dirt that covered the area, bullets of ice shot through the blinding mist and towards Scarm.

"Gyah!" Scarm would grunt as the icy bullets would strike him unknowingly, two on his head, and the others in various places of his torso.

Ezra would click his tongue and smirk, "Bullseye, heh."

WC: 6,219/9,000
Summary: 96 DMG dealt to Scarm, Drake on the ground, recovering from blast, dirt/smoke screen covering the area from blast

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