A roaring torrent of fire flushes through the air burying a fleeing rider in flames. He makes it out alive but with his body ablaze. He screams in pain, struggling to maneuver his dragon, the beast thrashes wildly, refusing control.

He tries desperately to get a hold of the beast, as it spirals downwards. The heavy breeze lash at him, killing the flames on his body. Through the eyes of his dragon, he sees the fierce black horns, the bloodied armor and flashing red eyes of his assailant. Chasing after him on a vicious green shrouder.

His hands trembles, cold sweat mixing with the ash on his nape. He pulls the nodes on the sides of his saddle, trying to shock his beast awake, but nothing happens.

Whats with you monster, he yells, yield to me!, yield to me!

He looks down at the cord, a long tube attached to his mask, and connecting to the saddle.

the cord, it's ruined,He says. No wonder all I feel is your rage, you want to take me down with you, you want to devour me. I won't let you, I won't, as the heir to my house, I won't let you, you'll yield to me monster, you and this mad rider, you'll all yield to me!

The black rider, inches closer and closer like a dark cloud looming over him, his cloak billowing in the wind, the eye piece on his black helmet gives of a sharp red glow and the Jaws of the green shrouder open.

The rider glances back, looking up into the jaws of the shrouder, up into its throat, he sees the sparks builds up into fire. He desprerately thugs at the cord trying to break free. The glowing ball of fire moves down the dragons throat, he thugs even harder.

damn you! Asgardian.

The shrouder spews a wave of fire, engulfing the rider and his dragon in mid-air ,he screams in terror.

I'll have you head for this asgardian, you'll die,you'll all die, he shrieks in pain.

The black rider turns to his left, in the distance he sees something approaching, it's closing in on them with great speed. He can only make out the head of a blue dragon, with the rest of its body being a blur. Then it unleashes a furious white blast at the burning rider. Large snowy white clouds form on impact, completely killing the fire. The black rider realizes it's another one, another rider and this one is with a Frostror, an ice dragon.

The black rider looks on, watching the cloud as it expands. In an instance the blue dragon darts out of the frost clouds, after him. He pulls back, fading away, almost instantly

The rider on the ice dragon looks around, no black rider. He turns to his burning comrade, he sees him falling, he immediately goes after him. rushing through racing wind, the dragon's wings slice through the air as he gets closer and closer to his falling comrade, whose grip on his dragon begins to loosen.

He slumps off and begins dangling by the saddle chains and the damage cord. the chasing rider takes note and urges on his dragon for more speed, it cries loudly, flaps it wings faster and faster. Then it pulls Its wings back, straightens it's neck to reduce air resistance, it tips it's body into a nose divide. they pick up more and more speed, dissolving into a blazing blue streak.theyre catching up with them.

The unconscious rider is thrashing wildly with his dragon, as they spin from side to side, the cord rips completely. Now he hangs on to the dragon by the chain of his saddle. He's thrust upwards by the force of the spin and the chains snap,he falls free. The chasing rider inches closer to his comrade, the eyes on his masks glow green then the blue beast streches out it's claws to nab the falling rider.

Out of nothingness, the black rider reappears a few leagues behind him. He thrusts a long black spear into his shoulder. He shrieks in pain, but urges his dragon unward and faster, with out looking back.

I'm losing blood.he breaths heavily. Just how tough is this guy, first he out runs a whole squadron, then he picks us off one by one and on a shrouder. I should have the upperhand with an ice dragon, but, but he's taken out Yale, I have to save him.

The black rider lunges again, he swerves to the left dodging , but this time a huge length of the spare passes by his side

He's getting too close, I can't fight him of alone, not with Yale falling like this. He taps the side of his mask, by his ear.

Can any one hear me!.... Can any one hear me!

He feels the air get hotter at the black rider shadow covers him. His hands trembles but he tightens his grip on the handle.

He looks down at his falling comrade. I'm sorry, he pulls the handle, veering the Frostror to the left, the black rider thrust his spear at him but misses as he changes direction

the black rider keeps on his tail. he glances back at him, he meets his flashing red eyes, then the shrouder releases a large burst of fire. The rider braces him self, the eyes on his mask glow, his dragon spits out a large white blast, straight ahead , it explodes in front of them, and begins to form large frost clouds they fly into it, escaping the fire.

Ice clouds hide, them from the black riders view. He presses his hand on his bleeding wound. The black rider looms over the the cloud.

Hey! can you hear me!, what's going on up there!

The voice startles the injured rider abit, it's coming from the Comshells on his mask,

Yes it's me, third rider, I'm in combat with the enemy, send reinforcements! Please.

He breathes heavily, there's silence then he hears growls behind him, he darts out of the clouds. In a swift move, he makes a sharp move downwards, then turning only the frostrors head backwards towards the clouds, he let's out an ice blast. the black rider counter with a blast his own, burning the frost clouds.

The injured rider draws out his lance and prepares to charge. The fires are still obscuring the black riders view and knowong this the injured rider charges into the fire. The black rider see the tip of his lance poke out of the inferno, he draws back back his dragon and fires another attack, the injured rider cuts through the fire with his lance, and continues charging at him. The black rider keeps his distance from him.

The injured rider bearly holds on to his lance, he's hands covered with blood. He he catches his breath, pulls up his lance, and prepares to charge again. He charges at the at the black rider, who releases another blast, this time he counters with an blast of his own.

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He turns left dodging another, he releases more cold blast at the black rider, adding to the frost clouds already around them. He sprints to the right , moving through the frost clouds, he fires more and more blast, changing directions with each one.

The black rider looks on and chuckles, the frost clouds slowly creep around him, he looks around but can't see the injured rider, he can only hears fast rushing winds,coming from every direction. he chuckles again.

He's trying to trow me off, he says in a hoarse tone.

Litle bits of snow lands on his cloak, he looks around then he see his a only breath

Have I got a caught a cold?. He chuckles to himself. The cloud continues to grow larger and larger and he could tell from the winds that his prey was getting even faster. He eyes glow in fury, then his dragon spews a large burst of fire, burning the clouds around them.

the dragon continues spewing fire, while the black rider keeps watch, looking out for the rider, he tries turning to his left and as he does, the injured rider comes out of the frost clouds, at almost bullet speed, he thrust his lance, the black rider swerve to the side dodging narrowly, as the lance tears through his left shoulder sleeve, leaving a bleeding graze.

the injured rider failed attempt leaves him him open, the black rider instantly thrusts his right hand at him, as if trowing a knife, a small black shard from his lance, cuts through the air, hitting the injured rider dead on the head, knocking the wind out of him.he stops on his tracks.

The black rider, looks down at him, his eyes glow, then the shrouder breaths out a large bale of fire. The rider bearly get out of harms way, he's cloths are smoldering, the heats getting the best of him, he breaths heavily, coughs from the smoke, cold fumes escaping from the underneath the scales of his dragon, cools him down.

A large piece of his mask breaks of, the shard is sticking out of his head,he's bleeding violently.

Don't say a thing, the voice from the comshell returns. He can hear you,so don't respond. There's silence. He wonders he wonders if the voice has cut off again.

Listen,the voice returns. Here's what you'll do……

He looks up and sees that the black riders looking around, in search of something, but the shrouders eyes are trained on him, watching his every move. He takes a deep breath and pulls the handler on his saddle, the beast darts downwards, the shoulder shrieks and the black rider looks down at the escaping rider.

What is he doing, you know you can't escape me, he scoffs. Well I guess I'll just end you then.

The black rider goes after him with great speed. In no time he gaining on him,

Is his curse damaged?, no it can't be, I never hurt it.

The escaping rider adjusts he's beast into a nose dive

He's trying to lose me in the forest,the black rider, chuckles in his hoarse tone. A foolishly mistake.

The injured rider edge closer and closer to the forest with the black rider gaining on him. he turns back to read the distance from them

He's gaining on me, I hope I get there on time.

The injured rider begins to slow down as he approachs the fog around the top of the forest trees, the black rider determines to seize this opportunity and nab him, he jolts his beast and moves in at bullet speed, the shrouders wings cuts through the turbulence as he inches closer and closer to his prey.

He gets close enough to nab him by the jaws of the shrouder. The shrouder is about to grab him.

Now!, cries the voice from his shell. The injured rider quickly changes direction and darts forwards, flying over the trees of the forest. This startles the black rider, who responds instantly, adjusting thier direction. In a flash something hits them with great force, jerking them upwards, the black rider is rocked,the shrouder screeches in pain, the black rider looks down as he tries to regain his balance, he see a long yellow birds beak sticking into the shrouder with the fog obscuring the rest of the body.

What!, its a trap!

A long silver spear shoots out of the fog cutting the sides of his dragon and piercing into him, he jerks back in pain. Small drops of blood leaks out of his armor with some runing down the spear. The fog shifts and his assailant is slowly revealed to him, it's a rider dressed in black, with two silver strips on his shoulders, his cord wrapping around his neck from his mask connects into the nape of his curse, a large blue avain type, a Killbill. The bill flaps its wings keeping them afloat, it's pierces it's beak deeper into the shrouders, it's shrieks loudly, but can't move with out he's masters command

Don't move! ,the rider says. you'll kill it,

The black riders eyes glow with deep menace and puts his hand around the spear griping it tightly, with the rider still holding unto the other end. He tries to pulling it out but the black rider holds it in place. He tries pushing it into him, but the black rider doesn't budge.

You've toyed with them long enough, the rider says,the spear shakes slightly from thier power thug.

How about you try an actual ace. The black rider chuckles at his words griping spear harder.

Tell me, is there a class in Camelot, that knows how to ride curses?

the riders eyes flash blue and the spear dissolves into an amorphous substances, it slips through the black riders fingers, and moves back, instantly, to it wielder.

The black rider looks down at him. You want to play games with me, he says. I'll call your bluff, I'll move. his red eyes glow and shrouder lunges it's claws at the face of the curse, with tip of its beak still in it. the rider pulls Its back and darts into the forest. He takes cover underneath the fog.

Blood spill out of the shrouder, heavy wind brushes the fog away,ruttling the trees, the black rider looks around him, keeping watch for the rider, in distance he sees the injured rider he was chasing,he's no longee moving, his dragon just flaps it's wings keeping afloat. The shrouder tightens it's throat and releases a narrow beam of fire at the bleeding wound, it bearly reacts, with high temperatures have little to no effect on it.

The rider dashes out the fog a few leagues behind them, the black rider instantly, turns to him.alert, he sees spear heading for him he, he swerves to the side dodging it, then he darts at the rider with full speed, the rider doesn't move, he just stays sti, the black rider draws out his lance. just as the lance is is about to hit him, the rider vanishes in a burst of speed, leaving cloudy loops behind him. The black chases him down, he quickly catches up, faster than he expects.

Thats right, the black rider says, there only good for quick burst, he pulls back the handle, pushing the beast faster. He gets close enough, to land a hit. The rider turns back at him,his eyes glowing blue.

What!, the black rider reacts, he senses something,he intantly lowers his body, quickly pressing his head and body against the dragon back, dodging the spear behind him. It narrowly misses him but cuts through the top of the shrouders head, it's shrieks in pain, flapping its wings wildly the black rider tries to calming it down.

The spear moves toward a the rider, he put out his hand, it stops just before his palms, it's dissolves into the amorphous silver again, and he puts it away. The black rider watches them,

So that's why he threw it, this one's not like the others, he has greater control of noir. So then why is he on that thing then, why have they given him a bird and not a dragon, hardly makes this fair, he chuckles. That's why he uses traps. He points to the rider

You revealed your hand too soon, the rider say nothing, he stay motionless while his beast keeps them airborne. He just looks on at the black rider

Tell me how many burst does your bill have left? , what is it? Two? Three?, four…

It's three, the rider interrupts

The black rider laughs. He could be bluffing. And you still fight? you're practically dead, tell me is this all they've got, no good riders, not even a proper beast and since they've sent you here as rescue you should know a thing or two

They didn't send me here , the rider breaks him off, and I'm not telling you a thing.

You won't have to I'll get the truth from your friend over there. Seeing as you've injured my beast,he rubs it's wounds. I won't spare you pain

Alot of people have die here today, no need to take a scratch so personal

I see you have little care for you curse, no wonder you take it's into danger so recklessly, I've seen the same behavior in your comrades. That's they they lose, they fight against their curses while they fight against . You'll lose too, you've already lost

The only reason I'm out here is because, you took out those idiot, I wouldn't mind an insult but don't compare me to them. I'm the top ace okay.

He instantly releases a burst propelling him straight to the black rider, who barely has time to react, he pulls the shrouder upwards, but is slow as the blue eyed rider lunges his spear at him, he blocks with his hand, the armor on it shatters, he quickly thrusts his lance at the rider, the rider darts into the fog.

Coward! the black rider screams.

The blue eyed rider hovers by the tree just under the thick fog he laughs at the black rider screams

I'm sorry mandrake his almost hurt you again, the rider says to his beast, I won't let him.

The blue eyed rider plays with the amorphous silver substance, reshaping it's into different weapons, a spiked club, then a long blade, then a four pointed star with sharp edges, his eyes glow. He spins the star over hes, he taps the bird on the head,

alright boy let's go

The black rider keeps his great distance far from the fog, he has a wide point of view, he looks around anticipating the blue riders return. The blue eyed rider comes of fog slowly, the black rider wonders why,he quickly looks around, from left and right, he seems confused he turns back to look around.

what is doing, the black rider says

The blue rider scratches his head, looking around confused.

I'm up here you dope!,the black rider yells

Look up!, you idiot, the blue rider doesn't react to words but just keeps looking around

Can't he hear me from this distance or is this just another game, the black rider wonders

Alright, I'll play your games.

The black rider prepare to charge, then the blue eyed rider looks up

Oh, there he is, he says, sounding bit aloof. He points at the black rider, the black rider takes notice and stops his charge, the blue eyed rider shrugs his shoulders at him, as if saying what are you doing all the way up there

What!, what is he on about

The blue eyes rider turns back the the fog and begin moving down wards into it,

No you don't, the black rider charges at him straight down, he notices he continues slipping into the fog. The black rider shoot fire at him, he chuckles and with a burst he darts out of the fog and out through the fire, moving upwards to the left side, he sees he's almost parallel to the black rider and he turns the bill towards the right he releases another burst propelling him at bullet speed, directly at the black rider.

The black rider jerks back his beast and spews fire at the approaching rider, pointy silver shrads shoot out the fire, heading for the back black rider, he dodges them all, the blue eyed rider flies through the fire with his spear out, the black rider lunges his lance, their weapons clash, bright red sparks fly on impact, they share a glance, as they're cross each other, it's brief but it feels a bit drawn out.

The black rider sees a flash, something hits his head, knocking him back, it's a small spinning silver star, the tip of his horns falls off, he loses the grip on his lance. its falls of his hand slowly as, the impact the still resounding on his head, as he feels his consciousness slipping too, but he as sense the blue eyed rider swinging his spear at him, he pulls himself together dashing downwards, but the spears cuts a off a large piece of the shrouders tail, the black rider retreats, retreating into the fog

Hey that's my move, the blue eyed rider yells, he sighs, well I guess we're trading places now.

He spins the small silver star over his palms as he waits for the black rider.