[i]The woman only stared deeply at the man, a boiling hatred for him seeming to brew up within her as she tightened her grip on the dying child's body, her armored fingers grasping him as if she would never let go. She recognized the presence that she had felt: a dragon, or something of the sort. It didn't stop her from immediately disliking him, whatever he was. Of course, she had been warned that she would face troubles at the Dojo...but a dragon? The girl always viewed dragons as monstrosities, terrorizing the masses for their own benefit, whether that be through profit or their own enjoyment. It didn't matter at the moment, however. She had to remain focused at the task at hand, instead of losing control against the one that had offered his own assistance to her. Even if he was a dragon of some kind...she would have to wait for another opportunity. [/i] "Fine. Do whatever you can." [i]The five words that she spoke were low and venomous, as if she was still very furious. She sat the child down lightly, leaning down and placing his bleeding body onto the barren dirt below, looking at his face for a moment before standing upright again. It pained her to see a young boy like this, and she only hoped that she would find the monstrosity responsible for these actions. She backed away from his body, clenching her fist as she waited for the mage. The golden lion-shaped helm only stared towards him, the metallic teeth bared in apparent rage, as if they were hungering for a fight.[/i]

[i]He soon sensed her aura of dislike and hatred, feeling the waves of emotions hitting him like gusts of wind, but didn't give it much attention. A Dragonslayer... he'd come across many, but some only bore the name for intimidation purposes. But here, this woman actually was one. He could feel it pulsing off of her; the aura that made his blood crawl. Alon drew a short bronze stick, flicking it forward sharply as it extended to about a metre long. At it's end was a glowing orb; it's surface a pearly white, the soothing light it gave off calming the tension in the air if only for a moment. It was set in three pillars of bronze just like the rest of the shaft, the weathered metal giving off a brushed look. Old, yet still functional. He closed his eyes in concentration, bowing down to both knees beside the child. As he lowered the staff, the orb glowed with strength, a pulsing light sending waves of mystical illusions through the air. The waves met the child's body, running over him like the ocean's tide. His wounds and cuts and bruises brought the light to them like a magnet, the glowing staff sending more waves as the glittering pulses filled the cuts like liquid. With one final wave, the staff shot light outwards with force; the wave moved through the Dragonslayer as if she wasn't there, unnerving her. Like it was a gust of wind, the pulse blew away all the light encasing the boy's body, revealing him whole and void of any wounds, no scars or bruises left at all. The mage quietly put the staff away, allowing himself a smile before his face hardened once again, remembering the Dragonslayer was watching. As she had witnessed him perform the miracle, she'd seen many a people from the doors of the Dojo look on and point at the mage; a gesture of recognition. He realized she was still a person, but he loathed her presence. Reaching forward to pick up the boy, he muttered a few words to her.[/i] He needs rest. I'll take him inside. [i]Picking him up, he started to walk away before stopping.[/i] You can come if you want. He is your responsibility, I'm assuming. [i]The last couple sentences were forced, obviously through gritted teeth. He spoke without turning around, his steps a little sluggish from the miracle; whatever he had done had taken a toll on him, and as much as the boy needed rest, so did he, it seemed.[/i]

[i]Only sighing heavily, the Dragonslayer kept staring at the mage, while the metallic lion helm also stared at him, a slight tint of electric yellow seen within the eye sockets to the helmet, probably the eyes of the girl staring at Alon. Slowly but surely, she began making her way towards the child and his savior, and while the young boy had been saved from death, his breathing stabilized although he was still out, the Dragonslayer wouldn't thank the mage. He was the enemy, her one and true target, and considering her hatred for his kind, he might remain that way for a long, long time. Speaking once again with a deep disliking, the girl's voice was slightly muffled by the helm, though one could of course, still hear her speak.[/i] "...I think [u]I[/u] can take care of the child myself. You...need rest." [i]The girl just simply wanted to get Alon out of her sight, to tell the truth. The fury in her voice was easily distinguishable.[/i]

[i]He still didn't stop walking. She didn't know much of the process, and as it being a small child, he needed more than a miracle to survive.[/i] He may seem alright but he isn't. If you [b]truly care[/b], you'll let me prepare some medicine. Just inside the walls, though; consider this a welcome to our home. [i]With newfound strength in his step, he walked on towards the gate, not waiting for the woman to catch up. He didn't seem tired anymore; in fact, he was ready to fight. His powerful aura flared up in challenge, hitting the woman with a sense of unease. Cursing, he forced it down. For the sake of the Dojo and it's usually fragile peace, he would leave dealing with her for another time. Setting the boy down on a park bench near a cherry blossom tree, he performed a bunch of bodily tests; heart rate, breathing, blood pressure. Hands glowing a pale green, he tested the air coming in and out of the boy's lungs, and compressed his arm lightly for pressure. Finally, putting the apple sack on his back to the ground, he dug out various herbs and medicines. With one hand, he burned away all the bacteria from the piece of ground he decided to work with; with the other, he lay out three piles of random herbs. Putting his hands together, he placed them down on the ground; and with the crackling of electricity and a small flash, the piles turned to pills. Scooping them up with care, he set them in three seperate satchels and held them out to the Dragonslayer, gesruring to each one as he spoke.[/i] Blood regulators, for what he has lost. I wasn't able to heal all his internal wounds, and these should bring up his white blood cell and platelet count again; make sure he takes one at every meal. Vulneary concoction, should aid his body in the healing process and bring up his red blood cell count. Once before bed; also some sleep-aid in that one, he's going to be sleepless for many nights to come, and he needs this. And then, a small herbal mix. If he seems like he's lacking energy, it's the vitamins and minerals he lost during his bleed-out. Give him two in the morning, one at night. If you keep this up as soon as he's awake, he'll be better than okay in no time. [i]Eyes fixated only on the boy, he handed the pills to the Dragonslayer, standing up straight and backing away.[/i] If anything arises, come to me. As much as I would rather you didn't, the boy is my concern, not you. [i]His golden-brown eyes gleamed with his words unspoken, and he stood silently staring at the woman, looking her over, assessing her. He knew she would come after him eventually. After all, he was dragon-blooded. And she was a Dragonslayer.[/i] Rest assured, we'll settle our conflict in time, [u]woman[/u]. [i]His eyes turned away now, popping a small bit of herbs into his mouth. He had nothing more to say; he only stuck around to see where they'd be off to, and so as to never turn his back to the woman again. Once was already dangerous, twice was certain death.[/i]

[i]Only silently taking the satchels with her left hand and clenching them within her armored palm, the young woman only stared at Alon as he informed her of the purposes of the medical pills that she had been given and when she should have given them to the child. Her hatred for the mage hadn't subdued at all, even after he had given her the necessary items needed to properly heal the young boy. As Alon walked away from the child and the female Dragonslayer, electricity slowly surged within the palm of her right hand before suddenly dissipating, as if it had never been there at all. For a moment, she had almost let her rage take over, something she had been specifically trained to not let happen at all. But even with all of her training, that didn't stop the knightess from absolutely hating the dragon-blooded mage for what he was, and it didn't stop her from immediately clenching her right fist in anger after the electricity within her hand suddenly dissipated. She wouldn't go after him just yet: she would take her time, seek weaknesses, and strike her target when the time was ripe. And within the Dojo, a place that she had been recommended to arrive at with her own father...this was not the place to kill the dragon at all. Sighing heavily, the woman strolled over to the young child quietly, silently lifting him up with both arms and staring upon his smooth, pale face. She calmly raised her right hand to push away some of the boy's blonde hair out of his eyesight, although he was in deep sleep. She had to return him to his family, unless they had been killed by the one that had committed the actions. And so, the woman turned her back go Alon, softly carrying the young boy with her as she returned to the village, only seeking a place where the boy could stay, alongside her, so that she could care for him. [/i] [spoiler]I assume fin?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Yeeee GG that was good[/spoiler]