Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

Connor nearly stopped in his tracks when she spoke to him. He looked up to see her soaring off into the air above him following a similar path to what he had taken. He scowled, not caring or knowing if she could see him doing so. She had quite thoroughly made him mad, Connor never before had been so blatantly been disrespected himself. Funny, I would think this would have allowed you to realize my thoughts weren't solely of myself, Connor thought with the intention of her receiving this. From then on he kept his mind focused on one sole thing, his past. He wanted her to know that his dream wasn't so pitiful, that it was something more grand than even her ancient and wise mind could understand. Connor had never known his parents, never had real parents. He knew not where he came from, nor did he know why he had been abandoned. Everything he had fell to the pursuit of becoming a Dragoon. The man who had raised him as a father would be more than thoroughly disappointed should he not be able to accomplish this, also his residence within the city he had grown up in also fell to the very test of becoming a Dragoon. His father had told him he would no longer be able to support Connor, and should Connor fail the test, he was going to be living on the streets or in the wild. Connor's thoughts drifted to his sword which he was searching for desperately. It wasn't just a sword, it was the sword. The only one Connor would ever have, the only one he needed. It was made from the last flames that a dragon who had been raised by the Kingdom's blacksmith. The metal it was made of could only be melted by dragon fire, and to top it off the sword had been forged in such a process that it had near magical properties. Not only was the blade unbreakable and was always as sharp as it had been when it came out of the forge. The blade also had the ability to stop a dragon's flame, hold it to the blade, and even be redirected by the wielder. This of course took immense courage, and even more determination to not be turned to ash from the fire. Connor himself had never been able to see this happen, and as the sole wielder of the sword had never been given the chance to test it himself. But the blacksmith assured him that it would protect him from a dragon's flame, so long as he didn't get exposed to it directly. Spotting the large tree that he had seen his sword in while falling, Connor ran towards it searching the canopy. From above it was hard to judge where the sword was in the tree as all he could see was a glimmer of it's edge. But circling around the tree, Connor found that it had cut multiple limbs from the tree as it fell, and had lodged itself halfway down the trunk of the large tree. Backing up, Connor judged the distance up the tree that he would need to travel and he took a deep breath. Darting forward he stepped up at the base of the tree and blasted up the trunk. He took six steps up the tree before he pushed off and up towards his sword. Connor would seemingly have 'soared' through the air for a temporary amount of time and his leap was just barely enough to get his right hand's fingers looped over the hilt of his blade. Curling his fingers around the hilt, he hung from just four fingers before gripping the sword in his hand firmly. Swinging his lower body Connor planted his feet firmly against the bark of the tree and pulled as hard as he could. COME! ON! STUPID SWORD! he thought to himself in his struggle to pull the blade free, forgetting that she could hear his thoughts. The ground rumbled violently and the tree shifted, as it did so the blade popped free from it's binding and Connor tumbled backwards towards the ground. Like a cat, and like always Connor landed on his feet and rolled forward mitigating the force from the fall. Spinning the sword in his right hand, Connor slid it into the clip that held the sword at his back. What was that rumbling? Can you see anything from above?