Drago's head lowered to the ground, as if comprehending something, he was torn. He stood there for a few seconds, ignoring the conflict and destruction and then suddenly rose his head in a roar his mind made up. He ripped of his massive cloak by the shoulder and threw it to the ground, then he grabbed his glasses in his left armed hand by his thumb and index and crushed his suunies shattering them and letting them fall to the ground.
Drago stood there for a second, and looked around at the battlefield.
Drago eyes were blood red, no irises or no pupils, just blood red were his eyes. His face was a mess with massive scars marking his skin vertically over his eyebrows and eyes, all the way down to his cheeks, they were both precise and ragged, there were eleven scars in many different sizes.
His chest, his legs, his arms, his shoulders, his back, everything oh his scaly body was covered in black and white tattoo's with alchemy and spell casting related stuff littering his body, with horrendous scars also included in the mix. Even Drago's hidden angel wings were covered in this writing, the wings that Drago hid beneath his giant cloak. His scales were completely black and occasionally white in certain areas, their were shapes, images and words written in calligraphy. On his back was a giant circle with the number 44 clearly written in bold black writing were eteched between his two wings.
Drago made his choice, he would help but he needed answers and he was going to beat the bloody Defiler until he remembers Drago's harsh lesson.
Drago looked over at the defiler, " you want blood you can have it" Drago called Angrily. Around where his heart was, was a massive scar surrounded by two circles on his scaled skin, one inside the other. Between the circles was these words, "But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being". The scar began seeping red blood, as if obeying the command of Maxwell, his need for his magics source of energy, and the circles began glowing a feint white, and appeared to be spinning, like they were alive. The blood began seeping and slithering its way over to Maxwell, dodging the people and the wooden pews of the cathedral as well as the rubble, and it surrounded its masters body, like a snake, curling and slithering over his body.
Drago then glanced over Geoffrey, " you'll need this to" he yelled. His hand rose up and his palm was pointed directly at Geoff. The Tendrils that covered his arm glowed red and steam began being produced, the words “Energy is the essence of life" were appearing on his palm, written in small calligraphy, it seemed to emit steam like it was some burn. A steam began bellowing to the call of the exhausted mage and began seeping into the skin of Geoffrey and began rejuvenating the Anthro with new energy.
Drago warmed his body up after the great strain and began walking towards the center of the battle, ready to kill, his hands gripped his blades as his battle would commence. He was going to kill the Monsters with his bare hands if he had to, that's what the voice asked.
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