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Dart looked up at his monstrous adversary. The divine dragon was staring at him as intently. It smells as bad as it looks he thought. All his friends were splayed out around him in various positions of agony. He began to despair. How can one man stand up to power such as this' he thought. He couldn't even transform thanks to the dragon block staff.
Unexpectedly the dragon attacked him. With reflexes born of years of training he managed to nimbly dodge the dragon outstretched jaws. But not the tail. He was caught in the dragons restricting hold, the life being crushed from his body. All to suddenly he found himself being smashed against the wall of the valley repeatedly. He felt pathetically weak when the dragon finally let him go. If don't do something soon I will die' he thought soberly. With a yell he charged the dragon, trying to catch it unawares. He failed. Again the tail lashed out and he went flying. He was angry now, the dragon was toying with him. In the depths of his rage he felt something dark stirring in him. It wanted to be released. It was feeding on his anger, growing larger as he grew angrier. The dragon was advancing. Dart submitted himself to the dark power inside him, giving himself up to the darkness knowing it was the only way he would survive.
The dragon sensed a new presence in this puny mortal that was at his mercy. It feared this presence but didn't know why. the figure in the red armour seemed to blur before the dragons eyes. Then suddenly it split into two. The two looked nothing the same. The new presence was completely black, seeming to absorb the light from its surroundings. This being was power.
The black one smiled. Free at last' it murmured. Beside it near death was the one who had housed it, restrained its freedom. But a vessel was necessary . It wouldn't have lived without this one named Dart.
Dart was surprised to see this thing spring from his body. It was swathed in darkness itself but not like the kind Rose used. This darkness was part of himself. What are you' he managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper. I am Aelar' was the simple reply. 'Are you here to help me' ? Dart gasped and began coughing blood. Aelar smirked at the pathetic wretch on the ground. That I have yet to decide that Dart' he replied coldly and stalked toward the dragon.
The dragon eyed Aelar carefully as he appraoched. He didn't like the power that radiated from this Aelar. For the first time ever the dragon doubted it could win this fight.
Aelar felt the power the dragon was collecting to fire its cannon. He raised a hand and drew a few symbols in the air and yelled something. A flare of darkness appeared between him and the dragon as it fired its cannon. The beam of the cannon raced toward Aelar faster than the eye could follow. A few inches from his face it simply evaporated on a shield of dark energy. He almost laughed, this was the power of the divine dragon. This would be too easy.
The dragon was confused. The stranger should be dead. Instead it looked like it was happy maybe even disappointed. Then it just vanished leaving no trace but a rustle of its midnight black cloak. The dragon roared in surprise searching for the mysterious Aelar. It looked up and saw the black cloaked one dropping down to its head. Plus a wickedly sharp katana between its hands. The blade slashed through the dragons flesh scoring a livid tear from the dragons eye to its jaw. Screaming in agony it tried impale Aelar on its claw. But the cloaked stranger was nowhere to be seen.
The twang of a bowstring got the dragons attention. It faced Aelar who was standing on the edge of the valley. Already another three arrows were flying to various spots on the dragons body. the dragon made a horrible sound that sounded like a laugh. Did this stranger think arrows would hurt the divine dragon? No matter how many arrows he fired it would never be enough. Or so it thought. The dragon was riddled with arrows now. None causing it any pain. The bow disappeared from Aelar's hand. A few gestures in the air and a dark flas and all the arrows detonated leaving huge craters in the dragons skin. The dragon screamed in agony. Its sight clouded by its rage and blood didn't notice Aelar move down the valley heading towards the dragons exposed underbelly. It fired a huge beam nearly a mile across, at where it had last seen Aelar. It almost didn't feel the hit to its underbelly, the point of Aelar's katana finding its heart. It was dead before it hit the ground.
Dart watched all this thinking what is he'. Glad it was fighting the dragon not him. He watched in awe as he easily killed the dragon and took the dragoon spirit from it. Suddenly Aelar was standing directly in front of him. Startled he fell down his broken body white hot with pain. Take this, I have no need for it' Aelar said throwing the spirit to Dart. Dart looked at the dragoon spirit in his hands. When he looked up Aelar was gone.