Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Maximilian Draco was what many might call a loner. So it was no surprise that he was in this age old forest alone despite the fact that most would fear even coming near to these woods or the ruins found within. But Max was also not a man known for fear, far from it as he was one of the few in the many kingdoms who could be called Knight Errant. He was a wandering swordsman and in fact a knight though he had no sworn oath of allegiance to any given kingdom at the moment. But that was another story all together. He moved through the trees swiftly and confidently wearing a jacket of light sectioned armor. At his hip hung a beautifully crafted sword and upon one arm was a collapsible shield. The odd part about his attire however was the large wrapped bundle that was strapped to his back, sticking from its wrappings was what appeared to be the hilt of a sword though it was larger than any typical blade would have... then again the bundle was a good deal larger than any typical blade as well. It made for a rather odd sight to behold should anyone else be lurking in the woods. His stride was filled with purpose and determination and his eyes scanned the woods as if looking for some sort of sign or indication of something in particular. Finally he paused and keeled to examine the foliage and the way the trail he was on was marked and nodded his head a bit as if confidant he had found what he was looking for. There was the sound of snapping brush to one side and Max dove into a roll just as a gout of flame filled the space where he was moments before. With a flick of his wrist the shield on his left arm unfolded just in time for him to use it to parry a second gout of flame before diving over the tail of the Dragon that had finally revealed itself. His motions were graceful and lightning quick which was surprising given that he looked to be quite powerfully built. At the moment he also wore a makeshift helm with visor but that seemed more a determent than a help at the moment as it narrowed his field of vision. He dropped into a crouch and raise the shield just in time to take the brunt of another gout of flame before the dragon roared thinking it had won. Suddenly though there was a resounding click as the flames died down and Max stood tossing the charred shield and several sections of the armor aside. He likewise tossed the helmet to reveal long flowing black hair and eyes of crystal blue which seemed perfect suited to the dashingly handsome face that was now revealed. His right hand went to the massive pommel over his shoulder even as his left reached around and pulled a drawstring on the bundle freeing it and letting its wrapping fall. Now the powerful young man was brandishing a sword easily four feet long if it was an inch and he moved with surprising speed now freed of the armor. He dove over the dragons first swipe spinning as he did so and slashing across the beasts limb in the process earning a howl of pain... he had drawn first blood. But he did not pause when he landed but instead pivoted and swung that mighty blade even as the dragon scrambled away, still he scored a large gouge in the beasts side. He saw the tail coming and ducked low as he charged forward... the dragons tail narrowly missed him but his charge forced the beast to rear up in order to scramble backwards. That was the moment he had waited for and suddenly he stood and brought the sword up in a might vertical swing that gouged the beasts belly, and then with a final lunge he drove that giant blade through the neck of the wounded beast. As the dragon fell to the ground in its death throws Max dropped to a knee and mumbled to himself, And to think Alan claimed me a fool for asking the Master to learn that style... will have to make sure to tell him about this next time I am in Asturia. He stood only when the dragon was clearly dead and made his way over drawing the sword at his hip, he used it to carve and force the wound in the beasts belly further open and then reached in with a gloved hand to draw out what he had came to these woods for in the first place, a Drag energist. No sooner did he have it in his hand than he heard the approach of men behind him and a rather exaggerated applause before a gravely voice spoke, Bravo... now when we finish we can tell them we killed a dragon slayer not just some fallen knight... you are going to pay for what you did to my brother.