Just letting everyone know that when Rayne's the Light Booster, Quiksilva can be understood by her and so his words are in bold. When she's not wearing her armor his words are in italics.
Once I was awake, sort of, Moordryd followed through with his promise of training me. Well he tried to at least.
"Rayne, pay attention." Moordryd grumbled and I rolled my eyes at him, trying to concentrate on mirroring his movements. But every time he bent to pick up his jack stick I giggled, staring at his behind, and he muttered something under his breath. "Look do you want my help or not?" He finally growled at me and I blinked at him, not sure why he was so annoyed.
"Why are you so mad at me? I'm trying to train with you and you keep getting mad with me." I answered as I went to swing my jack stcik and as I did I overbalanced. Ending up on my butt I burst out laughing and suddenly Moordryd threw his stick down.
"For dragon's sake why can't you take this seriously?" He shouted as I climbed to my feet and as I stared at him, eyebrows raised, he glared at me. "If someone attacks you you won't be able to fight back."
"Then right now I'm useless?" I asked and Moordryd nodded realizing too late that that wasn't a good idea as I glared at him. Without speaking I dropped the Jack Stick and walked away, angry that he'd agreed with me. By the time he caught up I had retreated to an empty stall and as he approached me I glared at him, not wanting to even look at him. But as I turned my back Moordryd gripped my shoulder and I was suddenly spun around. "Leave me...mmph!" I mumbled as his mouth cut me off and I went to push him away, only for Moordryd to wrap his arm around my waist holding me tightly as he kissed me.
I should have been really mad at him but I was still very much attracted to the Dragon Eyes leader, even with his anger management issues, and I ended up kissing him back. Which pretty soon went from a gentle kiss to a much more heated one before his tongue slipped into my mouth and I reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding myself up as he explored my mouth.
When we came up for air I blushed furiously and he chuckled at me, only to lean in and start kissing my neck and throat. "Wait...we shouldn't..." I mumbled though as I felt him kiss my throat, his teeth gently nibbling, I sighed. "Not...now." I gasped as he sucked on my throat, pressing me against the wall and pinning me there.
"No matter what I do you still like me. Why?" Moordryd asked, pausing and as he stared into my eyes I sighed. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Why did you tell me I'm useless if you care about me?" I asked pushing away from him and as he watched me I closed my eyes for a long moment. "I just don't know where I stand with you and every time I think you care...you say something mean." I whispered and before I could react Moordryd pulled me into a hug and I buried my face in his hair, trying to understand how he could be so caring and sweet one moment, then cold the next.
"Sorry." Moordryd finally muttered and I hugged him tightly, not really sure what I was doing anymore. I was content to just stand there, hugging him, but of course Artha and Kitt walked in right then and as soon as we were spotted I sighed. Giving up on our alone time I unraveled myself from Moordryd and gave Artha a raised eyebrow.
"What's going on and couldn't it have waited five more minutes?" I asked and next to me I heard Moordryd snort, trying not to laugh. "Really your timing could have been better."
"Not even going to ask." Kitt said as a grin crept onto my face and Artha rolled his eyes at me. Sighing I followed them outside just as Parmon hurried over, holding a Vidd Com in his hands and I grinned at him.
"There's a dragon stampede in Mid City and..." Parmon started only to stare as I suddenly rushed towards Quiksilva and as soon as he magged me we raced away, leaving my friend to finish "and we need your help. Why does she do that?" He grumbled and Artha laughed along with Kitt.
But Moordryd frowned and as he rushed to his own dragon, Cain followed knowing exactly what he was going to do. As they left in a hurry, following me, Artha grinned and called Beau. Running along the pavement Quiksilva he let out a growl and I knew why, mentally kicking myself for running right into trouble without thinking.
"Yeah I know, 'silva. I'm a complete idiot for rushing into a fight and not thinking. Maybe I should become the Light Booster." I told him and he snorted, liking that idea, before he quickly found a quiet alley and as I raised my gauntlet above my head I called out, "Unlock the light!" and as a familar white armor covered me I grinned. Seconds later we rushed past a group of Precent cops and they stared as a pure white dragon and his rider gave them a wave. A little surprised they looked from me to each other as if to say "who was that?" and I laughed again as Quiksilva sped up until his legs were a blur.
And it wasn't long until we found the dragon stampede and as I stared I saw more than two dozen dragons rushing through downtown Mid City.
"Come on we need to stop this before someone gets hurt." I said and that's when I heard a roar. When I turned in my saddle I saw the Shadow Booster and Dragon Booster on a ledge nearby and as their dragons let out a roar, Quiksilva grinned and let out one of his own. "Hey can you help us stop this?" I called out and in seconds they were standing beside me and with a nod in my direction the Shadow Booster jumped down and as Decepshun rushed after the stampede I rolled my eyes.
"He's trying to impress you and show off all at the same time." Quiksilva muttered and I giggled before he leapt down towards the dragon, leaving Beau and Dragon Booster to chase after us. Once on the pavement below we started charging through the stampede and as we were just gaining on them I heard a noise, a dragon's roar, I turned in my saddle as a jet black dragon almost knocked me off Quiksilva who dodged and growled.
"Where's your rider?" I asked but realized that was stupid as it couldn't speak to me. Then I remembered my bond and asked Quiskilva.
"It wants to destroy us. Should we stand and fight or run." He asked me and I grinned, charging up a mag-blast in my hands and he snorted. "Then fight it is." He grunted letting out a warning growl before he charged and as Quiksilva rushed the black dragon, I let out a yell before I unleashed my mag-blast. But the dragon dodged and as Quiksilva slidded on the pavement, his claws digging in, something leapt down from the ledge above and as it landed I felt a mag-blast smash into my side. Letting out a yelp, equal parts surprise and pain, I was thrown from my dragon's back but I managed to land and stay on my feet. As I stood there, Quiksilva rushing to my side, I glared at the familar face staring bcak at me.
"Armeggaddon. What do you want from us?" I growled ignoring the stabbing pain in my side and he chuckled, strolling towards me like we were friends meeting at a party. "Stay back." I growled charging up a mag-blast and he chuckled as I unleashed it. With an almost casual flick of his wrist he sent it back at me and as I dodged I wasn't paying attention. Completely forgetting what Mortis, Dragon Booster and Moordryd had taught me about not turning my back on an ermey I heard a roar of pain.
As I turned to check on Quiksilva, Armeggaddon threw a mag stream my way and in seconds I was pulled into the air and grinning at me he slammed me head first into the pavement. I cried out as my body connected and as I struggled to stand he grabbed me again, this time repeatedly throwing me into whatever was close and in seconds I was coughing up blood. When he let me go I spat blood and growled, echoing Quiksilva who had been knocked flying by the warrior's eight dragons.
"You are pathetic. The Light Booster from my time was a warrior and wouldn't have let herself be beaten this easily. Though she did fall by my hand eventually so I guess the past repeats itself. Say goodbye." Armeggaddon told me and as I struggled to my feet, blood dripping from my mouth, I saw his hands light up. This time he unleashed a mag-rip on me and Quiksilva and I screamed as it forcibly took what little mag energy I had left. As I screamed I heard Quiksilva's agonized roar in my head and as he fell onto his side I fell to one knee. At the same time I heard the Shadow Booster land in front of Armeggaddon, throwing his own mag-blast at our ermey and breaking the mag-rip.
"The traitor returns." He growled and just for a second I saw what appeared to be rage on his face before he fired a mag attacked I'd never witness before. In the seconds before it hit us the Shadow Booster and Decepshun leapt in front of us, possibly shielding us and as the attack hit we all screamed. Seconds later the mag energy threw us off the pavement and as we all cried out I saw a huge pipe getting closer and closer. When we landed in it I hit the wall and everything went black.
When I felt someone shaking my shoulder I tried to open my eyes only for my side to erupt in agonzing pain, making me groan and pass out.
"Rayne?" Moordryd whispered, trying again to wake me, but I was unresponsive and he sighed. Leaning back he stared down at me, not sure how to wake me and as he tried to shake my shoulder Quiksilva growled and he gave my dragon a frown. " Scales. I'm just trying to get her to wake up."
"Yeah right." Quiksilva growled at my friend as Moordryd removed his medallion and sat back as himself again. A few feet away Decepshun lay watching her rider try to wake his friend.
He's not going to hurt her, Quiksilva. Decepshun sighed getting comfortable and the pure white dragon turned his head, giving her a blank stare with his amber eyes. Despite what you might think he cares for that human girl.
"Maybe but...I'm just worried she's really hurt and..." Quiksilva let out the dragon equalivant of a sigh, which involved something close to a growl, before he turned back to me. "I know Rayne cares about him and trusts him...I'm just not sure I do."
I never thought that Moordryd would ever find a mate but...Decepshun began and Quiksilva suddenly lashed his tail, annoyed at the female dragon and she rolled her eyes. Don't get the wrong idea. Rayne needs to prove herself before she's worthy of my rider.
"Rayne is no one's mate." Quiksilva growled at her and Moordryd shook his head, wondering why the two dragons were making so much noise.
"Could you two keep it down? Rayne's unconcious and I'm getting a headache." Moordryd complained and both dragons laughed. "I may not speak dragon but I know you two are laughing at me." With a grumble Moordryd stood and walked over to Decepshun.
Ignoring her and Quiksilva for the moment he reached into the pack on her side and after rummaging around in it he found excatly what he needed. As he walked back to me he frowned as he saw the blood flowing from my left side and the dried blood on my mouth. Kneeling beside me he tried to check my side and pretty soon he found that he couldn't with my armor on. After a moment he reached over and just as his hand closed over the medallion, Quiksilva gave a warning growl and Moordryd glared at him.
"Don't get your tail in a twist I'm trying to check her wounds and I can't do that while she's wearing her armor." Moordryd explained and Quiksilva snorted, not entirely convinced but he stepped back and let the rider past. Even if I trusted Moordryd my dragon didn't and so he kept a close eye on him. After making several attempts Moordryd soon realized that it wasn't possible and he sat back, grumbling a bit. "No go. I guess I'll have to wake her up...if that's even possible." He muttered and that's when Quiksilva leant forward and gently nudged me. When nothing happened he tried again and this time I groaned, my eyes slowly opening to find Moordryd and Quiksilva both staring at me.
"What...are you guys...staring at?" I mumbled as I went to sit up only to gasp and clutch my side. When my hand came away bloody I went pale and Moordryd wrapped an arm around my shoulders, worried I'd faint. Determined to stay awake I took a deep breath and he grinned, impressed as I shook my head. "Did we win?" I asked and Moordryd actually chuckled and I frowned at him. "I guess...no we didn't." I muttered rubbing at my eyes with my other hand.
"He's powerful warrior from the dragon-human war. What did you think would happen?" Moordryd asked and I rolled my eyes at him. "Can you remove your medallion? I need to check your injuries and I can't get to them."
Without answering I pulled the medallion out and as I changed back I let out a breath and that's when Moordryd frowned at me. At the same time Quiksilva changed back to his silver and black form I gritted my teeth, Moordryd reached over and stroked my cheek.
"Are you okay? Your face went a really weird color." Moordry asked as I blinked at him, not sure why I felt so weak. "Kind of grey." He added and I let out a growl, annoyed.
"Feeling really funny. Like my mag energy's drained or something." I muttered, climbing to my feet as Moordryd watched on slightly amused before I stumbled towards Quiksilva. Only to fall and he caught me in his arms, raising his eyebrow at me and I managed to snort.
"Just sit down for a minute and I'll check your wounds. You're bleeding everywhere." Moordryd muttered as I crossed my arms angry at myself for thinking I could take on Armeggaddon alone. Well with Quiksilva of course but still...
Very gently Moordryd set me down on a blanket that I noticed had bloodstains and seeing my eyes go wide he gave me a slight grin. "Relax that's your blood." Moordryd explained and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Now hold still. This is going to hurt." And he wasn't wrong as I let out a cry of pain as soon as he touched the side of my hip and he muttered under his breath. "Look I know it hurts but I have to clean the wound and wrap it otherwise you'll bleed out." He told me and I whimpered, fighting the urge to cry as he lifted the edge of my shirt and even he blinked as the full extent of my injury was revealed. There was a deep gasp on one side of my hip and to my shock it was bleeding pretty heavily.
Gritting his teeth Moordryd picked up a clean, well cleanish, cloth and as he pressed it against the blood still running from my side I gasped. "Sorry." He muttered and asked me to hold the cloth against my side while he grabbed another. Once I did I watched as he took out a bottle and about half a dozen bandages and I cinged, instantly knowing what was coming and seeing the look of fear and pain on my face he softened.
"Just try to relax and it'll be over before you know it." Moordryd whispered and this kinder side of him made me want to trust him, even if he hadn't always earned my trust. Of course as soon as the liquid in the bottle touched my wounds I had to bite back a scream. Instead of telling me to shut up Moordryd gently stroked my forehead with his fingers and that helped a little I guess.
As he worked on cleaning on my hip I saw the gash seeping blood and I swallowed, trying not to hurl at the sight of so much blood and what almost looked like muscle. It was only my skin, slashed open by my repeated impacts with the pavement, and as he worked on stopping the bleeding and dressing it I think I must have passed out because I felt his hand on my forehead. Instantly I blinked awake and he gave me a worried look, asking me something.
"Huh...did you say something?" I mumbled not sure for a moment where I was and he sighed, trying to smile at me and failing miserably. "What?"
"Its...don't worry about it. There, finished." Moordryd told me and as I looked down I found that my waist, from my hips to just below my chest, had been wrapped in what appeared to be several rolls of banadages. "How do you feel?" He asked as he wiped his fingers with a towel and when I went to stand he quickly pressed a hand to my shoulder. "Just stay put. You've lost a lot of blood." He explained and I sighed before I gave him a nod and he blinked. "You must be really tired if you're not going to argue."
"That's...not funny." I mumbled suddenly wanting to sleep and as I lay down my eyes started to close. Rolling his eyes at me Moordryd retrieved a blanket from his bag and unrolling it beside me, he lay back getting comfortable. A short time later he began to doze, his head resting on his hand and as I lay there I shifted one way then the next. As I did I let out a single cry before I fell silent again, dreaming about myself and the Shadow Booster.
"You need me to help. Even you can't beat him on your own." I snapped at Moordryd as we both stood before Armeggaddon, our dragons standing side by side and he glared at me from underneath his helmet.
"I can beat him all on my own. I've learned more then you know and besides you're still a rookie in mag techniques." Moordryd growled and before my eyes, he and Decepshun rushed the warrior standing before us. As I went to shout out a warning Armeggaddon attacked and as he unleashed a mag technique on my friend Moordryd let out a scream before he was thrown from Decepshun and as I rushed to his side I saw him cough, a gesuer of blood erupting from his mouth before his eyes went blank. As I cried out, the pain and anguish of losing someone I cared about echoing through the wastelands, I lunged for Armeggaddon who laughed before picking me up in a mag stream and throwing me into a wall. As my head collided with it I heard Quiksilva running to help me only for the warrior to throw a mag blast his way and he roared, screaming into my head as his body was ripped in two.
As I screamed someone yelled and I shot upwards finding Moordryd sitting next to me, one hand on each shoulder and a confused expression on his face.
"Rayne what's wrong?" He asked and I took a shuddering breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. "Was it a nightmare?" As he stared at me my eyes began to fill up and I suddenly lunged, burying my face in his chest and as sobs wracked my body he reached around and held me against himself. "Its okay." He whispered as I shook, terrified by what I'd seen and even when my tears dried up it took me almost an hour before I could even speak.
"It was Armeggaddon and he...he attacked us. You tried to beat him yourself and I wanted to fight together. When you fought him...he used some mag technique I've never even heard of and..." I hesitated then, looking away as I remembered the moment he died and Moordryd reached up. Cupping my chin he forced me to face him. "I...lost you and then...Quiksilva...I don't know after that." I whispered before I sniffed, fighting the tears and Moordryd pulled me into a hug. Grateful I returned it, my head pressed against his shoulder and as I sighed he smiled at me. When I looked up I found myself staring into his grey eyes and after a slight hesitation I leant in and as we began to kiss I wrapped an arm around his shoulder.