[Kanji_The_Wanderer]

The sun was blotted out by the incoming dragon forces. There were many, and their numbers cast a shadow down on the grove. The golden dragon positioned in the center I had never seen before. Just how many did the damned dragons have in the higher-ups?! The expression on Swift’s face illustrated that he had some sort of relation with this one, though he kept silent. The three humans that stood with the utmost confidence on the golden dragon’s head all had a similar aura. It felt to be on a wavelength of the dragon elites, but somewhat more than that. Whatever it was, I could feel vast energies exuding off of their being, even though they kept still.

Yuu was dead, looking to the left I saw his fragile form, lifeless on the ground. Smoke rose from his body, the lightning strike dropped him in an instant.

“Tatsu…” Swiftant spoke hardly louder than a whisper. “One of them, on his head…used the lightning without even changing stance.” Swift rustles with his hand in his pocket as if he is looking for something.

Now’s not the time to be distracted, Swift. I think to myself unless you have a dragon-smashing hammer crammed in that pocket.

“Tatsu.” Swift continues; “Have you heard of an Elven-user named Kazuhide?”

What’s this all of a sudden? “No.” I speak up. “I don’t believe I do.”

The golden dragon looks over at us; his gaze rises from his dead kin. He hisses, “Are the two of you exchanging wills?” The foot-dragons in the air give a hearty laugh.
“You do know that you are completely surrounded, and this is the end of the line for you? I can’t imagine that you’d be trying to contrive some exit for yourselves? Let it be known that I am Thrandos! Gold General of the entire Dragon army, my will is rivaled only by her most super Silverness Shakura!”
The three on Thrandos’ head let out a chuckle.
“DON”T FORGEETT ABOUT USSSS.” The human standing on the right side of Thrandos’ decorative headgear, his lips curl inward to a manical smile, his long stringy hair half covering his eyes dangles into his mouth. He has a fitted orange vest around his torso, laden with buckles and straps, the sleeves hang low, completely concealing his hands.

“OURR POWERSS MORE THAN RIVALLL YOURSSS. HAHA!”

With my thumb and forefinger I massage my temple in annoyance. Man this guy is really off his rocker.

Thrandos grumbles “Just don’t float there! Attack now!” Thrandos spreads his wings skyward, with raised tail he signals for the militia in the sky to rain down on us.

“Now! Swift!” I hunch forward, Swift runs from behind me, jumps up off my shoulders; “Lightfoot” he calls out and thrusts himself into the air, wielding his katars with outstretched arms straight at the first dragon flying at us.

With flexed hands I bring two energies together, green and brown; “Come forth! I call to you; Mithur!”

The fallen branches from around my feet split apart, pulling open the earth. A golem comes out of a glow in the ground. The metal golem, Mithur has given us a moment of her time.

“Mithur, I know how much you hate to be bothered from your sleep, but as you can see we have a dilemma…” I point up into the air at all the dragons. “I need you to take on as many as you can.”

Mithur’s white eyes glow, she nods breaking off of one of the metal protrusions coming from her chin, and turns her attention to the wave of wings and claws.

Swift is jumping from one dragon to another; they are packed so closely together, he is able to land quick, numerous lashes to several opponents.

None of the dragons in the sky possessed any control over a particular element, their talents were largely non-elemental. The natural essence of water and earth in me should be enough to deal with them. I shouldn’t need to resort to any particularly advanced techniques.

I unsheathe Sora and turn to a group making a beeline at me; the ten-strong team wields gigantic halberds, the tips of the blades were curved into a super fine point. Three halberds swing down on me, with a backflip, the first one whizzes by and shatters rock, the second meets Sora, I use the force of the halberd as leverage and push myself off, twirling twice I land near the third, using the brown glow from my hand, I clap the dirt, a rock shaft shoots up from the ground, and crashes into the dragon’s chin, he drops his halberd as he roars out in pain. The halberd, not designed for human use, is larger than myself and mighty heavy, but if I concentrate energy into my left arm I can wield it for a moment. Pushing forward I send the halberd at the 4th dragon, who closed in with gauntlets encased in silver, the projectile pierces his belly and finds a warm place, howling out the dragon gushes blood. The 5th and 6th try and flank me, joined by the first two, clasping my hands together a torrent of waves washes up, and blows one away, using this surprise, I climb one of the dragons and bury Sora in his neck, through a crunch and a snap, the dragon keels over, most definitely dead, another yells out for his comrade, but Sora intervenes and finds pleasure in quieting them down. Fifteen so far, lay still, surrounded in a sea of blood.

Mithur had smashed several, I turned my attention over to a group near Thrandos, gazing over, I could see that Thrandos’ complete attention was on Swift who was still airborne. I could see Thrandos was amassing something, and then in a burst, a golden breath of fire spat forth from Thrandos’ throat, heading for Swift, Swift was completely surrounded and his attention was not on Thrandos, the golden stream covered yards in the second it was unleashed; I close my eyes, utilizing sensory-teleportation I am standing on one of the dragons several meters behind Swift. Now I was in the direct path of Thrandos’ attack, pressing my palms together, my hands are enveloped in a deep blue hue; “Spiraling Watersphere!” When I yell out, Swift spins about when he realizes how I suddenly I got close to him.

The watersphere spins about, multiplying, but Thrandos laughs when he sees my attack headed for his, just before out attacks are about to collide, the golden flame, turns into a solid sickle of gold, the water is pushed out of the way, with haste I turn to move Swift out of the way, but he is by my side, I use sensory-teleportation on us both, and bring us to Mithur’s side.

The golden sickle hurdled at where we were just a moment ago, and pierces through three dragons.

Confused, Thrandos scans the field to find us off to the side. “Hmm..Seems we have an illusionist in our midst… Did you see that Swiftant? A new technique that I have been working on, it is still a work in progress, but it sufficient enough at it’s current state. I can turn my breath into a solid piece of gold…” Thrandos beams with satisfaction.

“We were both taken by surprise, we move as one now.” I glance up at Swift from my crouched position.