Chap 2

Huntsgirl's enemy was a dragon, but not just any ordinary dragon; a black dragon. He was seven feet tall, had two horns, a six-foot wing span, and a sharp scythe-blade on the end of his tail. His eyes, though, were the crown piece of his appearance as they were more narrow and reddish than any dragons' should be.

"You're a…a renegade!" Huntsgirl gasped.

"Maybe I am," called the dragon, "but that doesn't mean we can't end our meeting short, now can we?"

He then proceeded to blow an ice blast, of all things, towards Huntsgirl. Instinctively, she blocked with her staff and then tried to retaliate with a blast of her own, but then found something odd.

"What have you done to my staff!" she cried.

"Simple," the dragon answered, as though finishing a demo on a project he had worked so hard on accomplishing, "I froze your staff's workings through that big imager on the side, with a little assistance from you trying to deflect the shot."

"NO!" she yelled, using what was left of the staff to try to deliver a blow to the dragon's head. Unfortunately for her, the dragon had anticipated that and grabbed the staff out of her hands before she could do any damage.

"You won't be needing this, my dear," he said conversationally, breaking the staff in half, which in effect, made the staff disintegrate.

"NO! I DO! I DO!" she yelled as she continued to pound the dragon with her hands and feet, using all the moves she had learned. Eventually, she realized that none of it was even bothering the dragon, so she stopped suddenly and the dragon gave her a courtesy nod.

"Tell your friends in NYC to look out for me," he called. Then, with one sweep of his wings, the dragon disappeared into the night and the Huntsgirl was left with a dilemma. Should she return the Huntsmaster with the knowledge that she has? Or, should track down her family and start up her life with them again?