The Rules of Power
So I decided to give you all a little treat and try and upload another chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy it!
I do not own Dragon Booster, only my oc's.
A full two weeks had gone by since Iris won the gauntlet race and Lance's punishment had ended a week ago. He'd sworn that he had learned his lesson and Iris had allowed him to continue his vid-games, but warned him that if it happened again, he would be grounded for a whole month!
That alone had made the boy cautious and so far, he'd been good. Gwen had dropped by just yesterday to see the Penn siblings and see how they were doing. She'd informed them that she would drop by again the next day when she was done with work to have dinner with them.
Artha was down in the temple with Beau, Kitt, Lance, Parm and their dragons. Lance, Artha and Kitt were on the gauntlet course, jumping and dodging the vertical mace balls. As she ran, Kitt noticed a ball heading right for her, she activated her thruster gear and Wyldfyr jumped clean over several of the mace balls. Fraction magged Lance into the air and he ducked under once, dodging the other. Then he tried to jump over another, but his foot got caught and he tripped, falling towards Kitt with a yell, he crashed into her which threw Wyldfyr off balance and they crashed spectacularly to the floor as Artha walked up, laughing.
"Nice moves, little guy. You sure showed her a thing or two," he commented as Wyldfyr shook his head to clear it from the fall. Lance blinked at him. "I did? Like what?"
Kitt readjusted her helmet slightly as she answered. "That you're a one-man drag-box." she laughed as Parm walked up to them. "I told you this would be fun!" he said, excitement in his voice.
Artha jumped off Beau and landed on the ground. "Okay, Parm, but the fun is over for tonight." he turned and took some gear off Beau's shoulder. "Let's get this stuff put back. Mortis will flip his helmet if he sees you got us using his gear. And Iris will scale all of us. You know how cranky they get when we don't follow the rules."
Kitt nodded, but her face developed a look of shock and she gasped, Parm had a frightened look on his face as they saw Mortis and Iris, with a very displeased look on her face, as well as Prisma, standing behind Artha.
Artha saw the looks on their faces and he knew they were caught. "They're right behind me, aren't they?" Kitt could only nod her head with an awkward look on her face.
"What do you think you are doing?" Mortis questioned in a disapproving tone.
Iris had her arms folded over her chest as she eyed her two brothers and friends. How could they think it was a good idea to use the illegal gear without permission, and with Lance of all people! He was only ten, yet she feared he could get seriously hurt.
"Practicing," Parm answered sheepishly.
"Practicing, huh? Why in the magma draconis were you all using his gear without permission!" Iris exploded, her eyes narrowing. "You all know his gear is dangerous to use and yet you went ahead to did it anyway! Do you realize how you could have been hurt? How Lance could have gotten hurt!"
Mortis rested a hand upon her shoulder to calm her down. "I will take it from here, Iris. Thank you." she simply nodded and stepped back as Prisma rested her head on her shoulder, sending her calming waves to soothe her agitation.
"Looks more like you were breaking one of my important rules." he chided harshly. Parm looked down in shame. He was the eldest out of the group, and yet he still couldn't grasp how important some rules were. "Practising with Lance and with real battle gear is as Iris said, dangerous and irresponsible! I have certain rules in place for a reason. I am especially surprised at you, Parmon Sean. You are one of two people I expect to always understand the importance of rules." Parm just kept his head down, eyes filled with shame over his actions.
Later that night, Parm was riding Cyrano through the streets and he came to a stop at an intersection while Parm was in a bit of a foul mood since leaving Penn stables. "They think they're so much better than me. Everybody else was doing it. I don't care anyway. Who do they think they are?" as he was mumbling to himself. Khatah, gripping a blue glowing object in his hand and his eyes glowing a vivid blue, came racing around the corner on Shock-ra. Parm pulled back on the handles to avoid getting hit by Shock-ra, but he got hit anyway and sent Parm flying out of the saddle. Cyrano, who had reared up when he got hit, landed back on the ground and winced as his rider hit the ground.
Parm lifted his head, now angry. "Hey!" he shouted, balling a fist and waving it in the air. "Watch where you're going! Oh!" he released just who had hit him as Khatah looked back over his shoulder at Parm, who noticed the strange glow of his eyes. "Khatah! What's with Khatah's eyes?"
The possessed man looked down at the map as Shock-ra made a sharp turn, only to come to a halt as Cyrano and Parm blocked the way. "Khatah, stop! Are you alright?" Parm asked in concern. Khatah looked down at the map again before looking back with a glare. "What is that thing?" Parm questioned, noticing the strange, glowing object the leader of the Inner Order crew held in his hand. The man looked down again before he grabbed out his mag-staff and extended it as Shock-ra magged him into the air, aiming to hit Parm, who took out his own mag-staff to block the blow.
"Stay away!" Khatah warned him before being brought back to his saddle and his dragon took off again down a different path. Looking ahead, Khatah noticed a sharp turn and activated his level 3 blue turning gear, two coils latched onto the pole and Shock-ra made the turn easily.
Parm and Cyrano were behind them, trying to catch up, but Cyrano wasn't built for speed. "Escaping at a high rate of speed, blue turning gear…" Parm muttered to himself as he punched in data into his computer on his saddle. "I'll never keep up. Unless…" he trailed off, looking down at the red thruster gear magged to his dragon's sides. "I'm not going to like this!' he whimpered, pressing the button and the gear burst to life, shooting him and Cyrano forward like a rocket as Parm screamed for dear life. They managed to catch up to Katah as the thruster gear was deactivated. "Khatah, stop!" Parm called out to him.
Khatah refused to listen. "No! Stay back!" he took out his mag-staff again as he was once again magged into the air by Shock-ra.
"Oh dear," Parm muttered as he was magged into the air, taking out his mag-staff. Cyrano looked up at his rider with uncertainty before he rammed hard into Shock-ra, who screeched as his mag stream flickered and died out. Khatah knew he was falling and Parm raised his staff just in time as Katah's hand that held the glowing object hit Parm's staff, dislodging the object and making it fall and land on the street below. Khatah and Parm both landed on the ground.
"What's going on? Are you alright?" Parm asks as the blue in Khatah's eyes fades to his normal eye colour. The man blinked, seeing Parm in front of him. "Parmon Sean?" he rose to his feet slowly, then spotted the map on the ground a few feet from him and Parm. "That map, back away from it! It calls to you! It's like the voice of a dragon!" Khatah said, sounding a bit panicked.
"I think I know someone who can deal with this," Parm said, looking at Katah.
"Be very careful, Parmon Sean," Khatah warned him as Parm looked at the map with determination. He was able to get it back to the stables and into the temple without much trouble, thankfully.
Mortis, Iris, Artha, Kitt, Parm and Lance surrounded the map as it hung in mid-air from one of Mortis' devices. "The Samurox?" Kitt questioned once she'd heard Mortis say the name of the warrior dragon the map was connected to.
"The most powerful fighter dragon from the ancient war. This map is made from his bone mark. Those near to it can be pulled to the map by its dark forces. But especially, Khatah. For both he and this bone mark are drawn to blue draconium."
Iris glanced at her little brother and gently pushed him back a little. "Hey, Iris! I wanna see!" he protested, but she refused. "No, Lance, you're drawn to blue draconium, so you could be pulled into it if you're not careful."
Artha narrowed his eyes, he didn't want his brother or anyone else to be possessed by this map. "Well then, the Dragon Booster should go take care of that thing before it falls into the wrong hands." he started towards the map but was picked up by the back of his jacket by Prisma.
"Hey, Prisma! Put me down!" he snapped. Iris glared at him. "You are not going anywhere near that map, Artha. Did you not just hear what Mortis said? Anyone drawn to blue draconium energy can be possessed."
Artha rolled his eyes. "But Beau and I are all about the gold draconium, what could blue possibly do to us?"
"It doesn't matter if you are red, gold, green or black, you can still be possessed by the bone-mark, regardless of your draconium colour, Artha." Iris admonished harshly as Prisma set him down, but pushed him back with her head.
"You tell them, Iris!" she praised, smiling.
"Iris is right. Only those trained in the ancient ways can resist the pull of the Samurox. You are not ready! No one is to go near this map!" Artha sulked, folding his arms. "I forbid it, understood?"
Lance deflated like a balloon. "More rules?"
"Yes, Lance!' Mortis nearly shouted. "Rules are in place for a reason." he looked over at Parm. "Right, Parmon?" the tech geek looked taken aback as Mortis walked away. Iris dragged her brothers towards the door, saying they had to get ready for bed soon, as they'd already had dinner before Parm showed up with the map.
After Mortis left, Parm gazed back at the map, the more he stared, the more his eyes changed to blue as he was pulled in.
A while later, the Penn siblings and Kitt were all sleeping on mats with their dragons sleeping behind them in the stables. Suddenly, their sleep was disrupted by an angry voice. "All right! Which one of you disobeyed my direct order?" he questioned harshly as the teens woke up groggily from their sleep. Iris rubbed her tired eyes and yawned, blinking a few times as Mortis spoke again. "Who took the map?"
Everyone looked around as Kitt gasped and all eyes were trained on the empty bed mat that Parm usually occupied. "Parmon!" Lance cried as Iris facepalmed with a sigh.
"I hate being right!" she grumbled.
Eyes as blue as the map he held, Parm rode Cyrano through the wastelands, holding the map in his left hand. They reached a large building with a doorway shaped like the Inner Order crew symbol. They walked down the hall, the map illuminating the surrounding area as Cyrano came to a stop at the edge of a cliff and suddenly, Parm's eyes changed back to normal as the map stopped glowing, indicating that its prey was at the right place.
Parm blinked, gasping as he saw where he and his dragon had ended up. "Where are we?" he gasped again as he saw the Samurox bone-mark sitting on a pedestal across a massive chasm. "The Samurox bone mark! Oh no, what have I done?" he panicked, realizing he'd been possessed by the bone-mark.
"Yeah, what have you done, Parm?" Cyrano growled, looking behind them.
He stuttered, thinking before he spoke. "We-we have to go back! Ah!" he yelped as the ground behind them slid away, leaving them standing on a small column. The column began to move and the map was lost to the depths as Parm yelped. He noticed the many moving columns and saw how they were disappearing into small column-shaped holes in the wall.
"Oh, that's like trying to fit a small Parmon and Cyrano into the round hole, it won't work! Go, Cyrano, go!" he urged his dragon, who jumped from the column they had just been on, landing on another, but he slid a bit too far forward, one of his front legs dangling off the edge. He righted himself quickly enough! "Not much of a landing pad, eh, Cyrano? We've got to get to that far ramp!"
"Got it!" Cyrano growled as he jumped to the next column, then the next, then again and again till they made it to the other side safely. Parm readjusted his helmet. "We…we made it!" then the glow of the bone-mark flared as Parm shielded away, but the glow was too powerful and both his eyes and Cyrano's turned blue.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice made them look to see Khatah and Shock-ra land on the platform. How they had gotten here or how they knew that Parm would be here was anyone's guess. "Beautiful and dangerous. I owe you a great debt for saving me from that map, Parmon Sean. I came to return the favour." Khatah bowed slightly to Parm, but those words made the possessed teen angry.
"No! You came to steal the bone mark from me!" he snapped harshly.
Khatah recoiled slightly. "Your eyes!" he gasped.
Cyrano lifted Parm up towards the bone mark. "Parmon, no! It will destroy you!" Khatah's warning fell on deaf ears as Parm grabbed the bone mark in his hands and held it up, his whole body turned blue as Cyrano magged the bone mark onto his forehead, and his eyes became fully blue as his body also changed to blue, letting out a roar as Khatah shielded his eyes from the intense blue light.
"Well, so much for your rules! From now on, Dragon City will live by my rules!" he laughed evilly as Word watched on his screens.
"Huh. Parmon Sean. Not who I expected. But you've got the Samurox, bring him to me. I have what you need." he chuckled sinisterly.
Artha, Lance, Iris and Kitt all rose their dragons down the street, rounding a corner and coming to a stop. "Huh?" Kitt said as they saw Parm and Cyrano standing in front of them, looking very blue.
"Parm? Is that you?" Lance questioned.
"Do you realize how powerful blue draconium can be? Why, I can unleash the coefficient variant energy, and balance the mag velocity much more precisely than Khatah ever could!" even possessed, he was still a tech geek.
Kitt looked over at Artha and Iris, whose dragons stood side by side. "Just what we need. A super-powered professor." Kitt spoke with a roll of her eyes.
Artha looked back at his friend. "Come with us, Parm. Mortis can help."
"It is you that will need help!" Parm snapped and pressed a button that made Cyrano mag Artha, Kitt, Lance and Iris off their dragons, the four humans landed on the ground as the dragons shielded themselves from the light. Cyrano removed Beau's blue turning gear, Fracshun's blue balance, Wyldfyr's blue star gear and Prisma's blue speed gear. He brought the gear close to himself. "Precise, balance, yes! Blue draconium! More blue draconium!" Parm glowed as Cyrano absorbed the gear and roared. "Parmon Sean rules!" Parm declared, holding a fist in the air.
Iris, Artha, Lance and Kitt were back with their dragons, all of them, including the dragons were shocked by what just happened. "You see that!" Kitt called out, pointing. "He absorbed our blue draconium gear!"
Artha had his thinking face on. "Maybe a green dragon like Cyrano needs to absorb more blue armour to fully release the Samurox." Cyrano unleashed an ear-splitting roar before he raced off. "Maybe there's still time!"
Beau growled with a determined look on his face. "Let's go save our friends."
"Release the dragon!" Artha put his star amulet into his gauntlet and both he and Beau transformed into their booster forms.
Elsewhere, people were running around as huge chunks of rocks fell. Cyrano was seen jumping from rooftop to rooftop, breaking off chunks of rock as he did so. A woman shielded her child as the possessed dragon roared and jumped off the roof, landing on the ground and heading straight for Word's citadel.
Inside, Word was working on his screens when he heard them approaching. He turned to see them standing behind them. "Feeling a little blue?" he questioned. Parm simply looked around, panting. Word pressed a button and a mag-rack came around the corner holding blue gear. He pretended to look surprised. "Oh? What's this? Level 8 blue dragon star gear. Why don't you mag it on for size?"
"Oh, yes! Stylized draconium parts. Rapid firing, precise shooting star projectiles! At an impressive rate, twenty rounds per second. Designed to shred gear and cut tethering and trapping lines. Previously, well, untouchable." Parm rambled on, which started to make Word angry.
"Precisely. Do mag them on already, won't you?"
Parm began to ramble on more about gear till Word finally snapped. "Would you…please stop talking?" Parm and Cyrano stared at him, both blinking once. "Just mag the gear." Cyrano does so. "Thank you." Parm grinned, looking like he was ready to devour his next meal!
Cyrano magged the gear on and the bone-mark glowed brightly, his body transforming, becoming more blue and spikes grew out of his back as he grew bigger as the Samurox was fully unleashed once again! He screeched as Word looked shockingly pleased.
"I am free at long last!" the Samurox roared.
"Welcome back, Samurox. King of the fighter dragon!" Cyrano roared again as Word laughed evilly.
Cyrano was now standing on a rooftop, roaring and screeching like there was no tomorrow while glowing brightly.
"Blue dragons, I call you all to battle! Humans are your enemies, they must be eliminated!"
Below on the street, two blue bi-pedal Dragon-city Security dragons stood together and took notice of the blue glow. One of them looked at its companion and growled before both threw their riders off their saddles. Cyrano roared again as blue dragons started rebelling and attacking. Captain Faier was standing on a dumpster, trying to ward off four blue dragons that surrounded him with his mag-staff. "Why are those blue dragons attacking?" he wondered as he swung his staff.
Cyrano screeched again and leapt off the rooftop just as Artha, Iris, Kitt and Lance can running up to where he'd just been standing. "Looks like he's called in the reinforcements," Lance stated, looking worried.
"And now they're headed for Squire's End!" Kitt added.
"But why?"
Iris frowned, and then her eyes widened. "The Samurox must be after the blue dragons from Khatah's Inner Order crew. They're the best-trained and potentially the most powerful blue dragons on the planet! He's trying to build a blue dragon army!" she realized. Kitt and Lance looked shocked by her words.
"We have to stop them here!" Artha determined and they nodded, this needed to end before a blue Dragon-Human war could start.
Cyrano was running down a street when Parm gasped in annoyance and they slid to a halt as their path was blocked by Artha, Kitt, Lance, Iris and their dragons.
"Parmon, can you hear us?" Kitt called.
"I'm not deaf!" Parm snapped angrily.
"But you are out of control!"
Incorrect! I am in total control! I rule!" Iris and Kitt both gasped. "And to prove it, you will all bow down before me!" he activated the blue star gear, shooting star projectiles at the group. Artha used his jakk-stick to swat them away, the same with Iris. That seemed to upset Parm and he shot more at them, faster this time. Artha's eyes widened behind the visor.
"Everybody down!" he called and all the dragons crouched, Prisma dropped to her stomach as Iris yelped, ducking her head. She had already been sliced up by one of those stars, she had no wish to have it happen again!
As the stars stopped firing, Cyrano walked past them, Parm sneering from his saddle. "A pathetic bow for the king of the fighter dragons!" the massive dragon walked past as the dragons rose to their feet and Beau whipped around, snarling.
Artha looked at his teammates. "We need to combine our mag bursts, with maximum power."
Iris shook her head. "That won't be enough power to knock the bone-mark off, Artha, we need more power."
"I know, but we're all that's standing between them and a Dragon-Human war. I know it will drain our dragons, but it's the only chance we have."
Iris sighed, she wasn't fond of this plan, but it was the only one they had right now. Prisma looked up at her. "I'll be fine once I've had some food and rest, Iris. Do what you need to do!" she encouraged her sister, assuring her that she would be alright in the end. Iris patted her cheek.
Lance then got an idea. "Hey, Iris?" his sister looked at him. "Your jakk-stick has a flash stick part to it, much more powerful than a normal flash stick. Why don't you use that," he suggested. Her eyes widened slightly. "Good idea, Lance."
Extending her jakk-stick, she held it out as Prisma magged her into the air. "Okay gang, on my mark. NOW IRIS!" Artha shouted and she was dropped in front of Parm and Cyrano, who snarled upon seeing her, but she activated her flash stick, the bright light going off and Parm yelled out from the light as Cyrano screeched, shaking his head before looking back. "Maximum burst now!" four mag bursts struck him, knocking Parm out of the saddle with a yell.
Seeing Parm on the ground, Iris ran towards him. "Parm!" she body-tackled Parm away from Cyrano, who was close to crushing him in his mad attempt to free himself from the mag bursts. She landed on top of him, not the greatest idea, but she quickly got off and looked at him as the glow of his eyes faded and he returned to normal.
He blinked. "Why did you just tackle me, Iris? Where am I?" he looked around upon hearing a pained screech and to his shock, saw his dragon, only he was bigger and more blue than green. "Cyrano?"
"That was Cyrano, Parm. He's Samurox now. You used the blue bone-mark." Iris explained as she stood up, helping her friend to his feet.
Parm stared at her, stunned. "I did? What was I thinking?"
"You weren't."
"That blue map was linked by energy to the very dangerous and destructive bone-mark. Why, its very pull exerted a magnetic influx upon the cerebellar cortex, right behind the visual nodes and…"
Iris smiled, happy to have him back. "Welcome back, Professor."
Then all four of the dragons stopped their mag blasts, exhausted and Prisma groaned.
"I'm out of energy."
"Me too." Beau added.
"Same here." Fracshun and Wyldfyr answered as they stood there, exhausted.
"It's no use!" Kitt said, pressing a button on her control repeatedly with no effect. "The mag-blast had depleted all of our energy!"
Cyrano stepped forward menacingly and roared, glowing brightly to shoot a mag-blast, but was stopped by Parm. "Cyrano, no!" the dragon swung his head around to see Parm standing beside his hind leg. "If you don't behave there will be no more draconium yummies of you!" he scolded his dragon, smacking Cyrano's hind leg. "Bad dragon!"
Everyone cringed, for that seemed like a really bad thing to do, especially to a possessed dragon. Cyrano faced Parm and snarled, roaring as he threw his rider to the ground.
"You're not worth being my rider, human! You shall die for your insolence!" Samurox roared.
Iris gasped as she saw Parm about to be hurt by Cyrano. "Hang on, Parm! I'm coming!" using her jakk-stick as a vaulting pole, she flew through the air, headed right for Parm's saddle and flipped a switch that activated the red thruster gear he still wore. They sent the Samurox skidding across the track, crashing right through a barrier and landing down on the other street below.
Shaking his head, the Samurox saw four blue dragons emerge from a building. One of them roared as they approached and the Samurox roared as he glowed a bright blue. "My blue dragons, at last, you've come to join me!"
Iris was magged back into her saddle by Prisma and the group ran to the edge of the barrier. "We're too late! Those are Khatah's blue dragons, the Samurox has called his army. We've got to stop those dragons from getting together!" Artha said.
"No!" a voice behind them made all of them turn to see a paw hit the ground, showing Khatah and Shock-ra. "Let them join!"
Kitt shook her head in disbelief. "Are you serious? This is how a Dragon-Human war can start! With a blue dragon revolt!"
"My dragons are not like the others. They are highly trained to respect order. To respect rules. That bone mark was meant for me and Shock-re. But on a green dragon, it is more unstable. There is still hope." as Khatah explained, his four blue dragons roared at Samurox.
"Join me, my blue dragons and together we will rule this world!"
"We'll never join you!"
"You're a pretender!"
"You're not our leader!"
"The humans are our friends!"
"So be it then!" the Samurox snarled and all four dragons glowed brightly.
"Take this!" the four shouted in unison, firing four mag-blasts at Samurox, who retaliated by firing his mag-blast and they met in the middle. The four blue dragons pushed forward, hoping to drive the Samurox back somehow.
"How long can the Samurox stand against all that power?" Kitt questioned.
"Longer than those blue dragons can keep it up, I fear," Parm added as the Samurox slowly advanced, glowing more brightly and slowly driving the blue dragons back.
"Your blue dragons need help, Khatah!" Dragon Booster exclaimed as one by one, each of the blue dragons stopped their mag burst, exhausted till only one remained, despite its energy draining fast and being driven back slowly.
Prisma screeched. "Hang on, we're coming!" she leapt down from the street despite Iris' protests, landing beside the blue dragon and firing her mag blast at the Samurox as Beau and Shock-ra added their own.
Shock-ra glanced at his fellow dragon. "We're here, it's alright," he assured his dragon friend. "Thank you, Shock-ra."
Beau, Shock-ra and Prisma all looked at each other, increasing their energy tenfold! The Samurox looked surprised by the sudden appearance as each of the blue dragons recovered and sent their mag bursts at the dragons, all seven combining their energy in one final burst that smashed into the bone mark, sending it flying off Cyrano's head.
"NOOO!" Samurox screeched before he transformed back into Cyrano with a bright flash of blue. The restored dragon shook his head before realizing there was blue gear on him. "What the…? Why is this gear on me?" he magged it off and it flew into the barrier, smashing to the ground, useless!
Parm grinned upon seeing his dragon was back to normal. "Cyrano! Your Back!" he ran to hug his dragon as the bull-class grinned.
"It's good to be back, Parm."
Kitt laughed as Iris chuckled. "Oh, I never thought I'd be so happy to see that ugly green mug of his."
"Yeah, it's good to have him back to normal."
"Indeed." Beau agreed with a grin.
"Hey? Look, over there!" everyone turned to see Lance pointing at the bone mark, which hung halfway between tilting to the ground or down to the wasteland below. Cyrano approached the bone-mark and everyone tensed up, fearing he would mag the bone-mark back on.
He roared. "You've caused me enough trouble already!" he stomped his front foot hard enough to shake the bone mark and send it freefalling down into the wastelands below! The others and Khatah all walked up to the green dragon as Parm patted his nose.
"A wise choice, Cyrano. A wise choice!" Artha praised the green dragon, who smiled. "Thank you, Artha. That thing is horrible!"
"Do you think anyone will ever find it down there?" Lance wondered.
Iris shook her head. "Likely not, Lance. There are plenty of creatures down in the wastelands and that bone-mark is as doomed as it is."
After that fiasco, everyone retreated to Penn Stables, Khatah thanked them for their help and left to get back to his crew. Once the dragons were settled for the night, the teens sat against them as Mortis stood before them. "I suppose some rules are more important than others," Artha said, back in his civilian form.
Mortis nodded. "Yes, like those that protect our lives and the world for example."
Iris hummed in agreement. "Yeah, just like those rules. Right, Parm?' she looked over at the tech geek.
Parm huffed. "Look, I messed up, I broke the rules and I'm sorry." he crossed his arms, pouting. "There, you happy?"
Kitt decided to have a little fun with him. "Uh, pardon? I couldn't hear you. Could you say all that again?" she joked lightly with a smirk on her face.
Parm stood up with a bit of an annoyed look on his face. "NO! Not a chance! I've got a new rule."
"And, what is that?" Mortis questioned, intrigued.
"It's my rule against, public humiliation." he reached down to grab something when there was a loud ripping sound and he froze. Artha covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter as Iris covered her eyes while Kitt looked away with a shake of her head. Parm covered his backside and scooted out of the room in embarrassment.
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