“I’ll repair it later with my magic!”, Drago said and quickly moved like a blur. He suddenly made a clean & Swift cut, and the behemoth’s head came right off.
Qrow didn’t even look at it, reading through the Bible. He wasn’t religious but reciting religious works is an effective way to combat any demonic entity. They each had a certain section in which they’d be effected.
Lyra just sat there, not really knowing what to do, seeing as the thing's head was already off.
"It's not one of those where it can survive without a head, or it grows back more heads?" She stammered out a question.
"It's not one of those where it can survive without a head, or it grows back more heads?" She stammered out a question.
“No, that’s a Hydra,” He stated blandly, already in the John section.
“Okay, so, is it dead now?” She asked, cautiously peering down at it. “It’s head is off.” Her tone bordered on relief.
“Okay, I don’t really need to know what it is, just if it’s safe for me to come down from here now.” Apprehension was rising in her voice again.
“Yes, it safe! My sword is half holy sword, so it’s safe!”, Drago said and the Behemoth’s body turned to piles dust. Drago said one word with magic attached to it, “Repair!”, and the cabin quickly repaired itself.
Qrow yawned, and closed the Bible. “I wonder what I have to recite to excorsise and imp.” He thought aloud, threatenly. I love Qrow. Such evil, yet so loveable.
“Damn, you make all that magic stuff look easy.” She said, descending the ladder. Her wings were still hugged close to her body fearfully, but she seemed to have relaxed a bit.
“Uh, please don’t.” She stammered awkwardly in response to Qrow. “I, uh.” She frowned, then reached up to her bunk to grab a towel, hugging her wings close to herself again, they were small and wouldn’t protect her from anything, but it was habit.
“I can teach you magic if you want me too?”, Drago said. “Oh, I forgot introduce myself, my name is Drago and I’m what’s known as a half dragon/dragonoid human!”, he said extending his hand to the female Imp.
“It’s just a joke, chill out.” He said, most likely surprising people with the fact he actually made a joke. I mean- woah. He’s supposed to be a cold hearted avian- I mean it’s still cold but he rarely makes jokes is the point.
She returned the handshake. “I’m Lyra, and, well you already know I’m an imp.” She have a tentative smile. “That would be nice, learning magic I mean.” She slung the towel over her shoulder and headed towards the bathroom, going to take a shower. “Yes, a joke.” She gave the worlds most uncomfortable smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you if your in danger!”, Drago said and touched your forehead.
Lyra shrunk back from the touch just a tiny bit, then smiled at Drago. “Thanks, my magic isn’t the strongest and, yeah I appreciate it.” Her wings opened a bit.
Drago blushed a little and his dragon wings released themselves, & Drago folded to his back. “I’m sorry for the sudden touch, I just have a feeling that I want protect you in very way possible.
The avian opened the front door and just left. He looked up at the shinny moon that hung low in the starlit sky. He plucked the cigarette carton out of his pocket and lit one on the wall torch, taking a puff of it, and sighing, stepping over to the loose board and picking it up, pulling out the glowing blue pistol, and loading it. He stepped off the porch and stretched. Great. A guy in a bird gang with a glowing gun. Sounds like a Gould idea.
Lyra smiled back at Drago again, then placed a hand on the bathroom door, then pushed it open. It swung shut behind her. She pulled her shirt off over her head, as she was doing so, she caught a glimpse of the two large scars on her back where her wings used to be connected to her body in the mirror , she sighed, then stepped into the shower.
You heard Drago’s voice in your mind, ‘Sorry for touching you without your permission!’.
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