Chrono felt rather muggy as he woke up, and strangely weightless...
It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he noticed that not only hes been bound together, but hes literally hanging off the wall, his body tiled at a forty-five degree angle, only giving him enough wiggle room to move his head forward. He didn't see anyone... just a chair in the center of the room. I guess my armor no longer serves its purpose, they're putting me a in a different room... or maybe its just some interrogation as to why I attacked those two... Chrono stopped his train of thought as the door on the opposite side of the room opened, and terror not only shot down his heart, but dipped it in burning oil and then pistol-whipped it senseless.
At the opposite side of the room was a dragon like himself, but almost opposite in every spectrum, except for her frame, which befitted someone who has just left the battlefield two minutes ago. Although, he could only guess by her armor shape, the voice sealed his fate. "Chrono, I trust my seal did its job... and you havn't been killing too much since then... my little imp?" her chuckle is more of a riddicule as Chrono now thrashes about in his binds.
Anywhere, anyone, anything, was better than having to deal with her of all sentient life!