As the boy slowly opens the door they were at the streets of the town as he looks down street he saw the last of the remaining monsters loading up vehicles and wagons. With a close inspection he saw the hostages being shoved into a wagon. Fortunely none of the monster saw him exit being too occupied containing those people. Seeing his chance Owen quickly hid behind a columm of the museum.
*peeks*
“Wrrraaah”
“Please Somebody!!!!!”
The werewolves poked the civilians with rusty spear as they grasp the bar of their moveable prison.
“Fuahh?”
“I know Phyro, but don’t got a plan.”
*pull shirt*
“What do you see something?”
The little dragon points at a werewolf dumping a gasoline canister in a pile site filled with empty cans of gasoline. In a instant Owen formulated a plan for the rescue.
*shuffle shuffle*
The boy reaches for a small red signal flare from his kit. He gives
“Phyro go back and find a way up the building. Make as much noise as possible and don’t forget-”
*sizzle sizzle*
“Yeah thats right.”
*pat*
“Go get them Phyro!!!”
*wings out*
*gust of air*
As the little dragon soon took up hights Owen loaded another canister of the smoke. He takes position behind the pillar ready to sprint as fast as he can.
*sweat drop*
*sizzle sizzle*
“Fuahhhh!!!!”
*boom*
“Wraaaaahr!!!!!”
*blup*
The battle cries of the monster filled the streets with a terrible noise. Owen hit his smoke next to the vehicle in a frenzy the monsters started poking their long weapons into every direction. But as soon as they see the single red light piercing the dense cloud of smoke. With almost no hesitation they started to follow It and throw their spears towards It.
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*step step step*
*cries*
*wimpering*
“I’am here to help don’t worry!!!!”
The sound of a little kid’s voice silence the crowd. But as Owen started to poke around the wagon the people soon turned into hope.
“Found the locked!!!!”
“Can you free us!!!!”
“Please for the love of god!!!!!”
Owen alligned himself in way that the bullet would not penetrate into the wooden wagon. He aims towards the cruedly made lock.
*bang*
*metal ringing*
*thud*
Repeating the process in the other cells he finally liberated the hostages that were in his reach.
As the doors of the wagons soon fell apart from the force of the crowd. They soon rushed to the side of their little saviour.
*chatter chatter*
*drops down*
*hug*
“Thank you!!!!! Thank you!!!!”
*kiss*
“Please everyone go into the green door there!!!!!!”
Following his command they directed themselves towards the museum. In a moment of satisfaction and relief the boy sees the last one safely entering the building.
*blue flash*
*cold sweat*
“What the-”
As he turns to see the strange sight he sees for a glimps he sees the dark blue tie and the black arm from before.
Owen tries to react by quickly turning, but he was too slow. He feels the sharps claws trying to rip through his body. The force of the impact made him fly toward a wagon stationed at road.
*cracking bones*
*thud*
*spills blood*
*cough cough*
Trying to regain his senses he powers he tries to power through the shock and councussion of the suprise attack. Unfortunately even with a his vision slowly turning to black he sees the creature slowly sees the creature approuching him.
*step……step…….step*
*grasp pistol*
*coughing blood*
“I will…..not lose.”
Pretending to not be awake he curles up in a fetal position almost as cub trying to hide from an incoming predator from the monster.
*licks lips*
*step…….step……..step*
But in a fit of courage the boy grabs the side of the wagon in a effort to support him and with blood running down his face he shambles to get up and maintain his stance.
*blue flash*
“……Wrrar….It’s…….over.”
*grabs*
*grunts of pain*
The monster lift up his claws ready to deliver one final strike. With the monsters grasping almost his whole body the creature slowly tightens his constrains around the little boy’s body. The face of the werewolf deforms in a way that could express only one thing: pleasure.
*shaky hands*
“……..Give……..Up.”
*sharps claws*
*coughing blood*
“……Not……..yet.”
*blup*
*blue flash*
In a instant the face of certain victory quickly disapeared from the creature’s face. Fearing for his life he lets go of the boy to dodge the incoming projectile.
*drops down*
*shrapnel explsosion*
With his last resort the boy, even being hit by his manuver and still feeling his bones bending inside his body, runs for the open street and aims his pistol waiting for the monster to come out from his hidding spot.
*metal bending*
“What!?!?”
Suddenly a metal bar came hurling towards him. He dogdges but could not prevent being hit by the object in the shoulder area.
*cracking bones*
*blue flash*
*bang bang bang bang*
*click click*
Even with his uncanny accuracy the monster his unharmed.
*coughing blood*
“How?”
Once again he arms his final strike. The little one closes his eyes fearing for his life.
*flapping wings*
*munch*
“Wrrrrarrr!!!!!!”
*sizzle sizzle*
“Phyro?!?!?”
Being saved by a thread the dragon took up a defensive posture to protect his master.
*burned flesh*
"Wrrarrrrr!!!!!!”
*sharps claws*
*chatter chatter*
The young dragon was not alone soon the brigade was to reach this loaction. With no shame the monster cowers away.
“……..I……..will…….be……back.”
*blue flash*
With the situation finalized the boy kneels down to pat his buddy.
*coughing blood*
“Good…….Job……Phyro.”
“Fuaaaah.”
Holding his little friend the boy colapses from wounds.