The figure jumped down off the balcony to the ground. Zidane picked up the ball out of the dirt. He walked toward the stranger and held out the ball.

"You dropped this," Said the king

The person reached out with his clawed hand and took it. He snapped the two sides of the ball off and mounted them on his elbows, the part with the blades he put on his wrist. The blades retracted into the disc.

You did a fine job of protecting her." He motioned towards Freya.

Zidane got really mad and shouted, "Yeah and who are YOU"

"An old friend of Freya" he replied. "You might say I was her bodyguard"

Zidane shouted something in another language. This made the stranger mad for some reason, his fingertips got sharper and were covered in metal.

"Roca, he meant nothing by it" Roca loosened and turned to face a figure dressed in black and red.

"Yes Avir" said Roca and backed away from Zidane. Avir approached Zidane and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you for taking care of her" he said. Zidane nodded.

"Zi.....Zidane I didn't want you all to get involved in this" she coughed. "Avir, Roca.....Where is he?"

"He will come," Avir assured her. Zidane walked over to Freya and looked down at her.

"What is going on here Freya we are your friends tell us please so we can help." Zidane asked.

"Its the grand Dragon he has come for revenge, he wants me dead." Freya replied.

"Why"

"Here is what happened......"