(Howdy all!
First of all I deeply wish to apologise for the delay. I had some writer's block and when I got over it my mother suddenly passed away. I kinda don't wanna go into detail but i'm over it but still hurt which may explain my future long delays.
Can the pairing be with Fleur?: Hmm i dunno, tbh if someone wanted to date Michael they would have to travel interdimensionally to Libra as that's where he is and unless they know a forbidden spell capable of ripping apart space and time i kinda doubt it, unless they can't stay in that universe due to political threats in which case Paragon would allow them entry as Libra is a city that allows ALL races.
Without further adieu the first Task and Aftermath is shown!)
As the group continues heading to where the First Task is Michael is privately nervous, despite the fact he has a wide arsenal of spells this is his first fight with a dragon, though truth be told he was told by Paragon that this is nothing but a normal dragon, compared to the dragons from Skyrim this one shouldn't be overly powerful.
"You look nervous." Paragon says, noticing his eyes quivering slightly which snaps him outta his thoughts.
"Y...Yea, I mean this is my first fight against a creature such as a dragon, I mean sure I've read up on them but I am just nervous that I might fail." He says his voice slightly wavering.
"You should steel your emotions Michael, although emotions can fuel many things they can be a bit of a hindrance in a fight as they can turn it either way." Paragon says with conviction while a group of wizards let them through.
"How would that help me sir?" Michael asks, curious.
"If you steel your emotions one can take on anything, some enemies can turn your own emotions against you and use them to defeat you, take Fear for instance, as his name suggests he preys on the emotion known as "Fear", when he feels a tiny spec of that he gains incredible power, this is known as "Emotion Magic" which is very powerful and difficult to control as one individual can only choose one emotion to gain a benefit." He says.
"What about you?"
"Me? Well my emotion is "Love", i know a strange one but my "love" is a deep connection to Angelica, my conviction to guard and protect her is what fuels me, if she were to fall ...i would enter an emotional state that I cannot control." He says while his hands grip.
"Have you entered that state before?" Michael asks.
"Yes, it was during the final battle of the Multiversal War, it was me at full power verse the Dark Demon God of Evil: Jazeldir, i had the upper hand as i kept powering up but his millenia of experience and knowledge gave him the incredible advantage, however my fight was all for naught as I was on the ground heavily injured and drained." He says,
"W...What happened next?" Michael asks with a small stutter.
"Before i say it you must know one thing of us: The main purpose of "The Three" which is what Me, Mira and Fear are is we are "Avatar's" for our bosses abilities, Fear is the avatar for Jazeldir, Mira is the Avatar for Lux who represents all of Good while i represent Duxius, the creator of the Multiverse, you see we have a hidden state that we cannot reach by any means and requires a special way to trigger it, both Fear and Mira can enter the state when their "God's" decide to intervene which is very rare and can dominate the battlefield, however mine is very unique, to trigger mine I have to be on the verge of Death and the closest person that i treasure fatality injured, I would enter a rather drastic emotional state and black out." He says somberly.
"You ...Mean…" Michael says piecing it together.
"Yes, Angelica blocked a fatal attack from Jazeldir and i had an emotional trigger which turned me into my Avatar Form which is known as the "infinity-God" god state, kinda fits as Duxius is the god of creation, when i woke up i had a tearful Angelica fully healed clinging to my chest crying while in front of us was a sealed gate with Jazeldir behind it, later when I returned to base Angelica told me that Duxius came out and sealed away his own son and told me how it was triggered which kinda hurts my pride by a bit as I tend to gain my own power." He says,
"It must've been quite a shock when Duxius came out to help." Michael says with a smile.
"It is, his power is limitless and even i couldn't dent him if i wanted to." He says as they notice they are nearing the arena for the first task to which Paragon frowns at it.
"I know wizards are utter morons but this is beyond stupid." Michael comments as he notices the entire arena is made of wood. Wood! Even a steel arena would perfectly work and with the amount of noise from the crowds there will be a very pissed of dragon, coupled with the nest he may have his hands full during the task.
"Remember, keep your vigilance up and remember what you were taught with Elemental Armour, if i detect any foul play from the stands or Dumbledore i will intervene instantly, though the old fossil won't attempt to intervene he may use a proxy." Paragon says which he gestures to the soldiers with him to take up positions around the arena in disguises to which they nod before they press a button on their suits instantly disguising themselves as Muggleborns before they split up.
"Right." Michael says with a nod to which the both of them enter.
First Task Arena - Prep Room
As the group enter they would notice the Champions who are: Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum, Cedric Diggory and the so called "Boy-Who-Lived" John Potter, all the champions seem to be with their Headmaster and Parents, most likely to give them luck.
"I hope we aren't late." Paragon chimes in getting everyone's attention to which the Potters scowl at Paragon and Michael.
"No no! You are just in time!" Bagman says with a nervous smile.
"Good." He merely says to which Paragon and Michael go to an unoccupied area of the tent.
"Anything i should know sir?" Michael asks.
"Try not to get cooked, though Fear and Mira are betting ten thousand Multiverse flicks on you, though Fear bet Fifteen thousand if you kill the dragon." He says making Michael widen his eyes
"I never knew this was a betting game as well." Michael says, but he is surprised when Paragon lifts his hand with the gauntlet and waves his hand on it to which he feels more power coursing through it.
"Took off the Limiter on the gauntlet, since you progressed well i asked your Principal and he gave the go ahead, try not to use the gems too much as they tend to overheat a lot." He says.
"Thanks!" Michael says with a smile.
"Excuse me dear." A Chalk-board of a voice says to which both of them turn to see one of the ugliest women ever, in fact she resembles a very ugly hag.
"Can we help you Miss skeeter?" Paragon asks, joy the scathing reporter he loathes, he didn't like that article she made of him insticating a brawl to which a few threats to her editor amended it.
"Yes, could I perhaps ask your young charge some questions?" She asks with a smile that makes Paragon wanna slice it off and burn it.
"Sorry but any questions you would ask are strictly confidential, Military business." He says before they both show their back to her.
"Oh come now Deary, i merely wish to know where exactly the boy has been." Skeeter says.
At that Paragon thinks, what he is thinking is whether to just deck her right here or just give her a bit of information which could either ruin the potters or Dumbledore, the most shocking bit of information he can give would be a memory of that fatal night when Voldemort had attacked.
Finally he decides on something.
"I won't tell you where he was buuut i can give you ONE bit of information that may send the entire world into a frenzy." Paragon says with a ghost of a smile which Michael recognizes that Paragon has a plan in mind.
Suddenly a small barrier enshrouds the two silencing any form of noise to which the Champions frown at while Paragon tells Rita what she wants to hear which needless to say makes her mouth drop and Michael looking wide-eyed at what he is giving.
Finally close to 10 minutes the barrier drops with a giggly Rita running off, she would want to get this published right away!
"Sir, was it really necessary to say that information?" Michael asks.
"You'll thank me later, it'll at least give us some breathing room in the future." Paragon says.
"Never thought you of all people would be devious." A Deep voice says.
"He is an Avatar of balance, of course he would be doing that." Another voice says but melodic to which the two turn.
There, they see both Arch-Angel Mira and Demon Lord Fear both with their perspective guards.
"Mira, Fear, may i ask as to what you are doing here?" Paragon asks, usually when a meet-up like this happens it means that a Multiversal Threat has appeared.
Multiversal Threats are a rarity, they are threats that would take all three of them to destroy, when all three of them are battling one of these threats their teamwork is astronomical and can take on anything, Fear and Mira may be polar opposites but they let their pride go when it comes to working together.
"To witness that brat in this tournament of course! I am showing this back in the Dark Spire! The frigging brats back at home wanted to see him in action!" Fear says but with a scowl.
"The same with the ones in The White City, even the High Council have surprisingly given an interest in Young Michael, i have a feeling they may even offer him an apprenticeship if he survives this." Mira says making Michael cough at that.
"The old dust-heads are interested in a Mortal Tournament? I sincerely hope they have learned their lesson, not after the Catastrophe they did all those years ago." Paragon says making Mira grimace.
The Catastrophe was something that nearly made Paragon level The White City, the Council did something behind Mira's back and sent kidnappers who abducted Angelica to which a enraged Paragon stormed the White City thinking Mira of all people decided to kidnap her, when Mira came across Paragon in the city who managed to devastate the Ring Guard he was already in a enraged state and when Mira tried to ask him why he was doing this he started accusing her of kidnapping Angelica to which Mira tried to calm him down which ended up both Avatars having a battle that almost destroyed the City, it was when a tearful Angelica appeared before he in his Link 4 State ended Mira and started to explain what really happened, fortunately Mira understood Paragon's anger and the both of them had confronted the Council to which they merely found out that only one of them was responsible and was promptly stripped of everything he had and tossed into a mortal world.
"They have no desire to bring forth your wrath." Mira states firmly.
"I do hope so." Paragon says with a frown.
A cough is heard being Paragon to which they all turn and see Dumbledore and some Aurors.
"If you are here to arrest one of us I would highly suggest you think about your life choices. Fear clearly killed someone easily while I beat a whole Auror unit down, don't tempt yourself with Mira, she may be Light but she can kick your ass if she feels like it." Paragon says.
"I would agree with Paragon, my swordsmanship and archery is exceptional." Mira says gesturing to a bow she has on her back and a long elegant rapier on her waist which makes the Aurors shudder, a Angel in the form of a woman is more scary than a normal woman.
"No need, i merely wish to know if your "Guests" are here to watch the tournament and won't cause any trouble, you understand as a Headmaster my duties are the students safety." Dumbledore says with a twinkle which makes Fear do a gag sound.
"Oh really? For a Headmaster who is the supposed "Next Merlin" you aren't doing well with your job, I can name many instances where you did a piss poor job." Paragon says with a rather bored look.
"And what are these "Instances" Mr Paragon?" Dumbledore asks.
"First Year: Troll in the Castle nearly killed a Muggleborn witch, Cerberus in the school, you hide a priceless Artefact in the Castle known as the Philosopher's Stone, you let a Voldemort possessed teacher in your school, Second Year: You hired a laughable excuse of a professor to teach Defence Against The Dark Arts, Students were being terrified by a basilisk of all things, you didn't bother going down to the chamber of secrets to do battle with it and instead let arrogant boy there deal with it and he decided to pilfer it's remains, Third Year: Peter Pettigrew escaped and you ALLOWED the ministry to deploy a SWARM of dementors around the school with some nearly having their soul sucked and this year the tournament, if this was the REAL world you would be sacked 50 times more and barred from any educational institute." Paragon says.
"And do you ha-"
"Don't bullshit me Dumbass, i know my contacts and ways to get my information, don't fuck with the wrong guy." Paragon venomously spits out.
"Can I hurt him? I'll only lob off his arms." Fear asks his giant sword resting on his shoulder gleaming.
"Tempting but no." Paragon says, making Fear holster his sword annoyed.
"If that is all I wish to speak to Michael a bit more." Paragon says to which he turns his back making James Potter go red and bring his wand out a curse on his tongue.
Only for him to scream in pain as a white arrow is sticking out of his arm and everyone looks to Mira, her bow out and the string vanishing with the glare of a hawk.
"You're lucky it wasn't your testicles." She says as she holsters her bow.
Fear merely chuckles at that which makes everyone quiver from that.
"Enough, you two should go get your seats." Paragon says while James is taken away by Madam Pompfrey.
They both nod but not before Fear with a savage grin does a gesture of a slit throat before pointing to his sword indicating he would gut them if they try anything before he continues on.
"I'll head up too, try not to blow your Gauntlet up and analyze the Champions that go in, you may see a strategy or how they work." Paragon says to which Michael salutes before he walks off.
Once Paragon disappears Michael sits down and starts to look his Gauntlet over while concentrating to grasp his raw untapped power, he feels like a battery with all this power, though he wasn't kidding since if he puts in too much power he could lose a hand or arm.
"My boy, do you really associate with them on a daily basis?" Dumbledore asks with a twinkle.
Michael ignores him, focused on his work.
"Hey! Loser! He was talking to you!" John yells who strides over and puts his hand on Michael's gauntlet to which he is blasted away with a scorch on his hand.
"Better get that checked, Magical Anti-Theft wards on this leave permanent marks if not treated in 24 hours." Michael off-handedly says as he calibrates the input for the gems to be efficient since each Gauntlet when fully unlocked will allow the user to regulate how much magic is used in the spells, the more magic in them the stronger the spell.
"That seems to be quite a tool Michael." Fleur pipes in (I can't do Fleur's french so don't complain!)
"It's a standard Gauntlet designed for all Magi Students or recruits, this is the Military Gauntlet designed for combat." Michael says as he conjures a small flame on his finger tips before he has them swirl around his Gauntlet before he makes them disappear, satisfied that the magic input for Fire is perfect to which he focuses on the Earth one trying to ensure its durable enough to resist a Dragon's physical and elemental abilities.
"Then that is cheating! You are perhaps using an item that can cheat and conjure up help or maybe give you a great advantage!" James accuses.
At that Michael looks up with a bored look.
"The only thing that my Commander did was unlock the limitations on my gauntlet, there's nothing cheatable on this, all of the Gauntlet's can't be modified without the express permission from him or the Magi Leader." Michael says before he twitches a finger and a rock shoots from the ground and breaks into tiny pebbles before he hovers them around him and puts them in a smile pile, satisfied that the two elements he would be using for this match is ready he stops before he crosses his legs and gets into a Meditation Stance.
The wizards merely bristle at that but hold their tongue, hoping that one of the Laws that Albus may try to pass will force him to stay.
Ten minutes pass before Bagman comes in with a sack which Michael can sense animated dragons inside, part of being what he is is that he is more sensitive to other magics such as that.
"Now then, inside this bag will be your chosen dragon which you will face, the objective of this task is to obtain a Golden Egg from the dragon's nest, your score will be based on how fast and efficient you are." He says,
"Excuse me Mr Bagman but are you sure having dragons of all creatures here is a good idea?" Michael asks.
"Of Course Mr Vendril! The Dragon Tamers are experts and ca-"
"I know about the Dragon Tamers but you're being illogical and are missing the key points. 1. The Arena is entirely made out of wood and given how dragons breathe FIRE it's a mess waiting to start, 2. It is a NESTING mother and from what i know and witnessed from Commander Paragon's experience with them they become VICIOUS to protect the eggs and 3. Noise, with the crowd going wild it will agitate the dragon even more and make it go into a frenzy, if a champion comes out unscatched i will be impressed given the nature of them." Michael says while crossing his arms, one can tell he is angered by the wizards' "Illogical" tactic with the task.
The other champions (Minus John Potter who bristles at that) have a thoughtful look at that, he makes quite a valid point and although he insulted them slightly of being unscatched from that he did make critical points with the Arena and the setting.
"Now, Mr Vendril the wood is specially enchanted to withstand fire." Dumbledore says.
"He does make a point," Fleur says.
"It would have been better if the arena was made of Metal, Wood can break easily from a Dragon's tail." Viktor Krum says as he taps a piece of wood next to him getting a hollow sound.
"I rest my case Dumbledore...But since British Wizards lack logic, I am glad I was adopted , otherwise I wouldn't have any brains left." Michael says to which Fleur and Viktor cover their mouths at that since it is entirely true while the British champions frown at that.
"Now now, everyone please, put your hand in and you will get your dragon." Bagman says nervously, the last thing he wants is there to be spells flung.
(The order goes like in the Movie but Michael will have something different.)
When Michael pulls out his dragon he raises an eyebrow at it, he sees that the dragon he pulled out is one of the most dangerous breeds yet, the miniature dragon he holds has three heads and silver scales, if he recalls this is the Tri-Hydrarian Dragon, very deadly compared to the Hungarian Horntail, hes thankful that he did his research on dragon species especially this one.
"Now that everyone has selected their dragon the one who selected theirs first will go, followed by the 2nd one and so forth until the last one who selected theirs will go out." Bagman says.
All of them nod while the non-contestants leave, though a glare is sent Michaels' way by the Potters who he thoroughly ignores and he sits at his corner to meditate while also preparing his strategy.
Eventually he senses a presence to which he opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow as he sees a tall woman in white armour with Red +'s on her shoulders and her front, he recognises it as one of the Medic's the balance forces has.
"I'm guessing the Commander has tasked you to oversee any injuries I have during my tasks?" Michael asks.
"Yes, he is adamant i treat only your wounds or others if they wish, he is afraid the Medi-witch Madam Pompfrey may be influenced by Dumbledore." She says as she gestures to the small device attached to her arm and the tank on her back with a green-blueish liquid which he knows is a special Gel that rapidly boosts the regeneration in the victim while also replacing dead cells, problem is they can't restore missing limbs, though that is in development.
"Very well." Michael says to which she moves and stands next to him.
25 Minutes pass and before long it is Michael's turn, though he did know it was his when John came in shouting his hair got fried and DEMANDED attention.
"Try to be careful with the fire Mr Vendril, although I can heal burns it's a painful procedure to heal it despite the Numbing effect." The Medic says to which he nods.
"You! I Demand you heal me this instant!" John shouts to The Medic.
She doesn't budge, though Michael can tell she doesn't like being ordered around by a spoiled brat.
"I said i am ORDERING you to heal me!" John says, his face going red.
"Best of luck Mr Vendril." The Medic says giving Michael a nod who returns the gesture before he walks out, it's time for a show.
Arena
As Michael steps out he blocks the sun from his eyes before they rapidly adjust, like he said before the arena is mostly made out of wood with large amounts of noise, he is going to have a tough moment with the dragon.
"And now ladies and gentlemen! We give you the final champion! Michael Vendril who is here to represent the Forces of Balance! A muggle military from a different world!" The voice of bagman announces making Michael frown, the guy is too happy and he just painted a big target on his back, he knows that Paragon doesn't like broadcasting his military like that, they are a Military not a god damn show!
Looking around he can see all three of the Avatar's, Fear, Mira and Paragon each with a neutral look, though Fear's sadistic smile brings a chill to his spine while Paragon has more of a annoyed look, though it's most likely from Bagman's announcement, he can tell Paragon is going to have some very few choice words with Bagman which would involve threatening to break half of his bones, Mira though looks to have the very neutral look with a lot of female and male wizards looking and ogling her, she truly is a beauty given her race and if he recalls Paragon did say she disemboweled anyone who tried to flirt with her.
Getting to the matter at hand which is the 3 headed dragon he rubs his wrist as he channels power to his gauntlet with a focused face, he has to be extra cautious with this dragon, watch his flanks and calculate his approach, one wrong move and he will be the dragon's next meal.
The dragon looks by far bigger than the Hungarian Horntail and more nastier, he briefly recalls Paragon saying he has the ability to speak to anything that's a snake or lizard, but considering how it's got the temper to rival a fire elemental it wouldn't work, he does recall Paragon taking him to the Dragon's and speaking to them offering them freedom if they allow Michael to get the golden egg unharmed, all of them agreed but the Tri-Hydrarian denied helping him even under the pretense of Paragon threatening to take all of it's scales off but it was adamant.
"Begin!" Bagman Announces to which Michael darts forward to which the dragon roars, accepting the challenge to which it breathes fire at him.
Michael, seeing this conjures up wind and sends it to the side away from him making him sweat slightly showing the fire is rather hot while he summons up a set of Earth around him taking the blow from the tail making him skid a few feet away to which he slams a rocky fist into the tail making the dragon roar in pain as he uses wind currents to boost him towards the egg.
A roar makes him turn to the right to which he propels himself into the air narrowly avoiding a head and in retaliation he boosts down with the air currents straight onto the head making a sickening crunch echo through the area, he can tell that he just crushed the dragon's head given how he just slammed down with the strength of a wrecking ball.
The other 2 heads give off fierce roars at the loss of the head rocking the entire arena making people panic while Michael frowns, he knew that losing a head like that would anger it but he didn't expect it to be THAT bad.
Shaking his head he glares at the Dragon while channeling more magic into his gauntlet, though he glances at the chain connected to the dragon, it looks rather shoddy in a way it can snap under a certain amount of pressure, with a burst of wind he charges forward while forming a shield of magic around himself which manages to block the fire from cooking him.
Once the fire disperses he bursts out of the Shield and flips over the dragon landing next to the nest to which he grabs the egg and using a bit of the Gravity Spell attaches it to himself and turns to the dragon and notices it is blocking his way to which summoning more Rocks he attaches them to him forming a fresh layer of earthen armour, it looks like he has to go through the dragon if he wants to leave and given how he just crushed one of the heads it won't calm down anytime soon.
"Alright, come at me…" Michael mutters, although he could teleport to the other side he doesn't wish to risk a rampaging dragon trying to chase him.
"Atta boy Michael." Paragon mutters with a smile.
"Don't see why the kid can't just teleport to the other side and leave." Fear comments.
"The dragon, because he killed one of the heads it is in an enraged state and won't stop till he is dead, your forgetting he is enlisted into my military and the code to protect the innocent is engraved into him, he knows a problem when he sees one." Paragon says.
"Heh, well this'll be a show, a mortal taking on a dragon that size." Fear says with a grin, the kid's got his respect if only slightly.
Deciding to take the first move Michael shoots forward from a Air Current he made to which the Dragon fires two fireballs to which he dodges by channeling wind into his legs and propelling himself into the air followed by slamming a rocky fist into one of the remaining 2 heads making the dragon stagger off balance.
Seeing that golden opportunity Michael raises his gauntlet channeling a very large amount of magic into it to which a raw spear made of pure magic forms above him and with a yell he hurls it towards the dragon to which getting its bearings back manages to dodge it at the last second and pounces Michael slamming a claw forcibly onto his chest shattering the armour and making him cough out a bit of blood while the dragon prepares a blast of fire in it's mouth.
"Paragon…." Mira says.
"Watch." He plainly says.
However before the dragon could let out the blast of fire Michael coughs before he smirks.
"You let your guard down…." He says with a bloody smirk making the Dragon swivel it's final head around and widen its eyes.
SQUELCH!
The arena goes deathly silent as everyone is staring wide eyed at the dragon and the new addition to its head: The Same spear that Michael threw is sticking out of the back of it's throat to which the dragon collapses to the ground with a loud thud.
Silence fills the entire arena with everyone shocked as anything, never has anyone killed a dragon in single combat.
Wordlessly Michael tosses the claw off him before he shakily gets up with the remains of the armour crumbling off him, he looks around and at the Arena before he wordlessly limps to the exit holding his side.
First Task Arena - Prep Room
A limping Michael walks in clutching his side to which the Medic immediately helps him over to his corner.
"Hmm, nothing too major save for a cracked rib or two, some scorch marks and scrapes are there too much it shouldn't take long for me to heal you Mr Vendril." The Medic says as she gets to work in healing Michael from his injuries.
The champions however look at Michael with looks of shock, who could blame them, Michael DID take on a dragon and kill it, though John seems to be bristling in anger, whether it was due to Michael killing a dragon or his strength it is hard to tell.
"I must admit, you did a pretty good job Michael." Paragon says entering with both Fear and Mira.
"Commander!" Michael says standing straight and saluting before he winces from his pains.
"At ease, that was impressive work Michael, to take on a dragon yourself, especially one of that caliber is not an easy feat." Paragon says, making Michael blush slightly at the praise.
"Thank you sir." Michael says.
"Impressive, for a mortal." Fear says with a grin making Michael gulp at that.
"Uhhh thank you for your praise Lord Fear." Michael says, he always has a shiver up his spine when Fear grins like that.
"Paragon, do you happen to know what the 2nd task may be? If I recall you seemed to have slaughtered a group of Mer People when you came to this world." Mira asks.
"Good question Mira, then why the egg? Michael I need that Egg if that is alright with you." Paragon asks.
"Sure sir." Michael says to which he tosses the egg over to which Paragon catches and inspects.
"Hmm, the 2nd task would have been to save someone you treasure from the lake, however why would they use the egg still?" Paragon asks scratching his chin.
"Maybe we gotta break the egg?" Fear asks.
"I'll have the scientists at home look into this and see what they can discover, but i'll look into the lake just in-case." Paragon says.
"I'm afraid Mr Paragon that you cannot take that egg with you."
Everyone turns to see Dumbledore and some Aurors with him.
"And may i ask why?" Paragon asks.
"Because that egg is needed for the 2nd task." Dumbledore says.
"Oh? Is there something inside of it?" He asks.
"I'm afraid i cannot say."
"I see, well i'm still taking it." Paragon says.
"If you try to leave with that egg I'm afraid I will have to arrest you." Dumbledore says.
"Try, I'll beat those Aurors black and blue like that whole unit." He says to which he cracks his knuckles making the Aurors pale, they just got out of the hospital.
"Which also reminds me, we are here to arrest Mr Vendril."
"For what? Killing a dragon? Unless you are going senile that dragon was enraged for what Michael did to it's head, had he left you would have a very angry dragon running amock." He says, this old geezer is REALLY starting to piss him off.
"That was one of the last dragons from that species and he just dropped their numbers to 4." Dumbledore says.
"So? If you're going to bitch about that then you clearly lost it, now then I need to take Michael back to the camp so he can recuperate." Paragon says.
"I won't let you leave this room!" Dumbledore booms.
At that Paragon sighs, he soooo wants to just kill him but he can't.
"Michael hold onto me." Paragon says to which Fear and Mira know what exactly he's going to do along with the Medic.
He does so.
"What do you think you're doing?" Dumbledore questions.
"Teleporting." He says before Fear, Mira, Paragon, Michael and the Medic vanish before their very eyes leaving an angry Dumbledore.
(A/N i'm sooooo sorry for the delay folks but i finally got this chapter done!
Also I'm a bit bored during this Pandemic, so if anyone's got a Roleplay Forum i can join lemme know! You just gotta deal with my one-of-a-kind Character!
Peace!)