Troubling the Tutor (not open!)

[Damien]

The rider seemed shocked for a moment, but quickly blocked the dagger. “Where is your honor, woman!?” he roared, and in a flurry of golden cloth he almost flew towards her.

Rory ignored the rider completely, trusting Mithiel to keep Ilvaan out of the way. Evading the creature’s jaws Rory hopped on its nose and cut up its nostrils. The dragon roared more in annoyance than pain, but the flames Carthril expelled were flecked with blood as it blew Rory away. A muttered spell reduced the fire’s effectiveness, although bits of his clothing had gotten singed. Carthril’s claws were ready to meet him at his descent, but Rory simply stepped on a ground of Solen’s devising and dodged effortlessly.

[Mithiel]

((I take it Ilvaan is the Rider's name?))

Rolling her eyes, Mithiel retorted her black hair flinging behind her as she dodged the onrushing man, her green eyes blazing with laughte rand attentiveness. "Since when did I say I have honour old man?" she sniped,grinning devilishly, she drew her blade back, bending it to its limit, before releasing the silver blade. The sword made a twang sound, and hit the man straight on his head, confusing him for a moment, she striked a kick at his chest and he stumbled to the floor. On the other side, his dragon gave an almighty roar, enraged.

"Rory! Watch out!" Mithiel cried, as the golden dragon's wings unfurled and he reared, his talons flashing, a dangerous gleam in its golden hued irises.

[Damien]

((Yes, it is. And the dragon is Carthril. It has nostrils big enough for Rory to sit in, assuming he is in a fetal position.))

The flames Carthril spat were practically lava, and although Rory himself wielded fire the heat was a bit much. Solen blocked the worst of the flames with wind as Rory landed roughly on the cliff. The mage lashed out again, his wind sharp as knives. Several long, shallow cuts appeared on the dragon’s body, and as Carthril roared in fury Rory seized the opportunity to gouge a very long, very neat slice on its wing.

Meanwhile, Ilvaan had picked himself up and uttered a spell in the ancient language. The air temperature around him swiftly dropped.

[Mithiel]

Shivering at the tempreture, she shivered and threw her sword over her shoulders, muttering, "Oh to heck with the gleaming blades."

Rolling her eyes, Mithiel jumped to the air, turned a roundabout kicked, and landed her heel right square on the man's cheek. Taking the unstable chance, she aimed a well-powered double stance kick to the dragon's vulnerable membrane like wings, and ripped a hole through it, reducing the drgaon to a roaring anguish. "How ya doing Rory?" Mithiel asked, breathing heavily as she whirled around to face the reviving Dragon Rider again. Truth be told, Mithiel had gotten quite fond of her little part-time apprentice these days, kinda like a younger brother. Rolling her eyes, she threw a punch at the Dragon Rider, but missed by inches, and winced as Ilvaan snapped a rounded blade on the back of her hand. Blood oozed out as the girl slammed to the floor, but she immediately twisted around, though still on the floor, and casted a wary glance at the man

[Damien]

"How ya doing Rory?"

“Pretty good, I think.” He watched in horror as the rider’s blade hit Mithiel, and while he was distracted Carthril raked a huge claw across his back, leaving a deep, bloody cut.

“Waise Heill.” Rory and Mithiel’s wounds slowly closed, but blood had already stained their clothing. Rory snarled. His back was throbbing, and all he wanted right now was to inflict pain. Lots of it. His blade glowed white hot, and canceled out Ilvaan’s ice. A golden circle was drawn in the air, and expanded to strike the rider and dragon. Ilvaan jumped out of the way, but Carthril took the hit. Rory leapt after Carthril once more.

[Mithiel]

The Rider fell on his side, and taking the chance Mithiel, swung on her hand and kicked him on his shin, turning a back leap, she stood on her feet, hands in defensive stance. "I'm a Rider girl..." he spat, scrambling up, The throbbing had subsided, but a bump still remained, as the golden blade was swung around precariously. "Yeah, and so?" she retorted, grinning, she leapt and did a backflip, using her hands, she cut on her neck, and kicked backwards, making the old Rider fall again. "You may be a Rider, but you're old, old man." she mocked again, grinning connivingly, she pulled out a black dart, and holding it in between her fingers, she aimed it straight for the golden Dragon's forehead, and shot.

[Damien]

Solen's wards slowly fizzled out and died just as the dragon's massive jaws closed in on Rory's left leg. From his brand-new (and rather painful) vantage point, Rory sliced away at Carthril's lips until he was drenched in red. Carthril tossed him into the air and all he saw was pearly fangs the size of stalactites before his world went black. At least, mostly black. The blade in his hand was still glowing, and at the end of the tunnel . . . slide . . . thing . . . there was light. He sunk his blade into the wet, leathery walls of the chute just as Mithiel's dart struck somehwere above Carthril's cheek.

[Mithiel]

((When do we end this??))

"Argh! This is drivig me mad. Why must I fight a dead Rider? is there anyway to kill someone whose already dead Solen?" Mithiel yelled in a frustrated tone, and yanking her chain whip from her belt, she unfurled the 7 feet long whip and lashed it at Ilvaan's head, satisfied at the yell she heard, she turned a backloop and landed on the golden dragon's back, hand on aspike, she curled the whip around his neck and pulled tight, constricting his neck. "Begoone you scaly monster." she hissed menacingly, keeping her balance perfectly on the bucking struggling monster, casting a strong constricting spell around its wings and legs.

[Damien]

((Right about now. I'm pretty sure I'm just as sick of this, so you can wake them up anytime. ))

Solen was not happy. His superior was throwing a fit, Rory had just disappeared down some beast's throat and he didn't have much energy left to do anything about it. Any minute now . . .

Rory could feel the flesh around him constrict and the light rise up to meet him, and almost panicked. Almost. Instead he used his blade as a shovel and started digging. If I drown in blood, I wonder what dad would say. He broke through the scales at about the same time Carthril crashed into the ground, and then struggled out of the fleshy hold. He barely noticed as his surroundings faded to black.

[Mithiel]

Jumping off the blacked out dragon, the girl whipped around to find the Rider waking again, but his image was somewhat...blurry. Fuzzier then before, and seemed to be fading in and out of concious. "Get lost old man!" Mithiel yelled menacingly, and furled her whip, only to find it go through his body unharmed, like passing through mist of smoke. "Now what Solen?" Mithiel asked, backing away, still keeping her green eyes intent on the blood thirsty Rider.

((No idea how they are supposed to wake up. Heh.))

[Damien]

Solen shut his eyes, and let the darkness take him. "Now, we go home."

He awoke to the sound of thrashing. Rory was flailing rather pointlessly around, before finally getting up when his head bumped a corner of the table. Maru was watching them, amused. The incense pot was in his hand and he had, apparently, put out the candle and washed away the chemicals. Solen glanced at the clock. Midnight. Its teatime. He got off the bed and went to prepare food.

Rory, however, was not having such an easy time moving. His body's responses was far slower than the norm, and a black silhouette was clinging to his body and following his movements.

[Mithiel]

Before she could react to the Rider's sword currently crashing down on her, a drakness swirled around her, and the next thing she knew, Mithiel was laying on the flor, her eyes wide open to face the ceiling. Outside, an owl hooted in the dark as a bat flitted past the glowing full moon. Next to her, Mithiel smiled in mild amusement at the flailing Rory, but Solen was walking away, it seems. Getting up, she dusted her dress and sheathed her sword, coiling her whip again before looking around. "Why do you do that every month anyway?" Mithiel asked, towards the general direction of where Solen dissapeared.

[Damien]

Maru grinned cheekily at her. "Because of his profession, I believe. Doing that puts him in touch with the spirits, making it easier for him to summon them. It is possible that he may be bored, or just wants to be away from the living. People might just end up a bit smarter once they've passed on," he explained, and then shrugged. "Rory, get up. Your hand really isn't that fascinating."

Solen had walked back into the room, this time with a tray of coffee, tea, cake and cookies. "Milk and sugar, Mithiel?"

[Mithiel]

The girl glanced at the coffee disdainfully before pouring herself a cup of tea. "No thanks, I prefer plain tea." she replied, curling her black hair to lay in front of her, she sat down on a chair laying around and took an amused glance at Rory. "Is your hand growing hands or summat Rory?" she asked in mild amusement.

((Writers block. >.<))

[Damien]

Rory took another glance at his hand, and once he was satisfied that there weren't hands growing out of the tips of his fingers or that his arm isn't disconnecting at the elbow stood up. It was a little slow, but he managed. He then poured himself sugar, with added milk and tea. Maru offered them a kind of puffed-up squarish bread that had so much frosting piled on it they looked like miniature mountains. It was the kind of confectionary that gave people toothaches just looking by at. "His hands may not be growing hands, but the fungus he's keeping might. Cake, anybody?"

[Mithiel]

Downing the cup, Mithiel stood up again, and gave the two who had just returned with her from the ethereal worlds. "No. You should know I don't indulge into delicacies Solen. Its late, I should go." the assasin said curtly, and without another glance or look, she turns around and walks out, leaving a very uneasy feeling behind her.

((>.< Writers, block, and I can't write anymore. See ya soon Damien. ))

[Damien]

(Eh, sure. I'll assume this is closed, then.)