Land of Dragons

Hera shook his head as Hudson pointed to the downed Argexis. "Never. He is not dead yet; he hasn't lost all his blood, nor is his energy faded completely. I will never strike an opponent who is disabled so tremendously, not when they are down as he is."

Hera hesitated, but decided to say something else. "Argexis did not fall as Argexis, he has fallen as Sukani. It is likely to his chagrin that his defeat will have no bearing on the Abomination's death; Sukani's life does not depend on that of those he possesses. It is, of course, one foe down for us; Argexis will no longer hinder our attempt at keeping safety in the universe."

Hera turned and stared to the north-east. "I think we should go to the United Kingdom. Jake was unable to gain audience to the officials there, but perhaps I can. We need to rally support; I can't allow the Dragons to become extinct." It was a personal oath Hera had taken once Allsieda was destroyed: he would protect the Dragons at all costs.

Hera turned his gaze to the east. "We should head for the nearest coastal city. It would be little trouble for Jake and I to fly to the UK, but we now have an accomplice. Either way, I've never ridden a boat before. It'l be interesting." Jake chuckled at Hera's mock humour.

The two warriors took to the sky, Hera heading straight east. "Come on, Hudson!" Jake called, following his grandfather.
 
Unconscious, the weakened Argexis was caught in a turmoil of nightmares most of them created by Sukani to torment the man's mind, making it more easy to manipulate. A small trait of energy could be felt coming from Argexis' yet it was too weak to be even noticed. Slowly, his body began to reconstruct itself, sealing the injury as minutes passed, thanks to the blood of the Alsie that coursed through his veins, Sukani's own power was set in motion to restore this now vulnerable host. Now his cells, less unstable and slowly fusing perfectly with Sukani's blood, allowed him to restore Argexis to the point of taking once again his human form. No longer his deformed arm was shown, now he could be seen as a normal human being, yet his full power remained waiting to be unleashed. With his magic, not only Sukani sealed the wound that left an diagonal scar that began on his right shoulder and ended on the lower left side of his abdomen, but he created for Argexis an armor worthy of him for being his vessel. The armor was black, his shoulder covered by dome like pads that were three times bigger than his own shoulder. His breastplate, which resemblances a highly muscular chest with runes engraved all around it, covered most of his torso, leaving the other exposed areas to be protected by a chain mail. His arms and legs were fully covered with steel chains and plates, increasing strength but not shortening mobility. Julius hands, now protected by talon like gloves and finally, a black leather belt around his waist. Underneath the armor he wore his usual clothing; white button shirt still a little worn out from his past battle and black leather pants. Finally the last piece of equipment to be created was his iron boots.

Regardless of this sudden transformation, Julius was still unable to move, the toll that Hera's near mortal blow took on his body weakened him greatly, so he required more time to rest...
 
"UK? You mean we're heading out?"

There wasn't a nother choice in the world but to follow the odd pair. Keeping up with would probably problematic at first, considering that he'd first have to keep an eye on them and what was in front of his face. Still, the prospect of travelling to a new land excited and enticed him. He had heven used up more energy than he could control, keeping up with. His emotions affected his energy abilities, meaning that they had to be under control.

"So,who're we gonna' fight?"
 
"Yeah," Jake said flying ahead. "But I'm not sure who we're gonna fight yet. Just hope that we don't meet the REAL Sukani anytime soon. Even worse would be to meet the Dark Dragon. Last I heard, they were on another planet, so we shouldn't see them for a while."

"Don't count on it, Jake," Hera mused. "Since we took out his new vessel, Sukani will be far more angry than before. Why he took Silverwing's body, I'll never know, but he must have had a reason, and we ruined it."

"Well," Jake said wryly, "Here's hoping. If we meet up with them, it'll be all uphill." He thought for a moment, and then turned to Hera. "We should pick up speed, we need to get there as fast as we can."

Hera nodded and put on a burst of speed. Jake did likewise, keeping it small enough so that Hudson would be able to keep up.
 
As time passed, Julius wounds healed amazingly fast, but at a equally large cost; his memories now lied shattered, leaving small pieces of a fragmented soul. Feeling an urge to awaken, Julius opened his eyes, finding himself lying on the dirty ground, his clothes ragged due to the previous encounter. With much effort, he managed to get back on his feet, then he stared at the skies.

Suddenly, a memory flashed before his eyes, the battle that almost cost him his life disappears and reappears in the lapse of seconds, making feel dizzy. The lack of strength and the mental effort the flashback took on him made Julius fall on his right knee, his left hand placed on the ground to try to keep himself up. He sighed, breathed heavily, then took a deep breath and exhaled, finally standing once again.

In his memories, he saw a warrior that nearly killed him, and obviously thought of him as an enemy. Then the voice, it told him to seek for both Jake and Hera Ledro. Not knowing why, Julius only hope was to listened to the mysterious guidance.
 
"Off in a bit of a hurry are we?"

Husdon put on an extra little burst of speed. It was more than enough to keep up with them. He felt a bit insulted at first that they were probably slowing down for him. Though they were more than human after all.

Hudson felt that it was a small part of his destiny to push the limits of what being "only human" meant. He decided to speed up a little more, in an attempt to keep maintan his speed. The problem was that regardless of how impossibly fast he could travel, he'd still need to rest much sooner. He only had two lungs after all.

Hera and Jake showed no signs of stopping though, so in an effort to save face, he'd have to bear with it for a little while more.

That guy back there though... who was he really? They were probably going to meet him again most likely, but would he still hold a grudge? Would he try to cross swords again? And if so, with whom?
 
((Let's see if I can write myself out of this corner... I've been wondering wtf I can write for the past month!))

Jake looked back and saw Hudson trying to keep up. Jake turned back ahead and slapped his face: how stupid, Hudson couldn't run as fast as they could fly! If he could, he would be straining himself terribly.

Yo gramps, Jake said, relying on thought-speech. Maybe we should slow it down a little, I think Hudson's having a bit of trouble.

Alright, but not too much. I want to put as much distance between that corpse and I as possible, and I want to get to the UK by the end of the week. Hera's reply was irritable.

It'd be easier if we used the Transmission Warp, Jake pointed out.

Impossible. Hudson can't use it, and the Transmission Warp can only work on one person. It also takes too much energy. Now, if we were travelling between planets, that would be a different story, but countries? I don't think so.

Fine, Jake said grumpily. But slow down a bit. Jake, so as to save some of Hudson's dignity, slowed down a touch, but not too much. He didn't want Hudson to get tired, but he didn't want to embarrass him either.

((Well, not my best work, but I couldn't think of anything else >_< Writer's block sucks balls >_<))
 
((Let's see if I can write myself out of mine. I apologize for any typos.))

Hudson had felt a slight change in their energy levels. Were they slowing down? They probably noticed him lagging behind. Such were his human limitations, and they as such burned at him. He couldn't help but get a little philosophical as he beat feet. Hudson had let up a little on his energy usage, in order to better preserve it. It was both of a quality and substance that was both difficult and time consuming in it's faculty to recover.

What did it mean to be a human being? That was a question that had gnawed at his mind as they had ran. It was a question, no, a thought that had so consumed him that all other things -direction included- had become secondary. Well, at least for a little while; he'd run smack into something sooner or later.

He could only do so much. And Jake, being younger than he (at least by the looks of it) wasn't even breaking a sweat. Strength was something important to him to have. Or was it really? To him, it had a great importance, but it wasn't everything. A few more moments of dashing (this time alongside his new-found comrades and companions) made something important occur to him: the destination.

It had occured to him that in joining these two, he entered a new ball-game? Perhaps he would be pushed? Perhaps this had represented the opportunity to become stronger? He had hoped that he would become stronger.

But this time, it would be through the help of his comrades. And with them, he'd reach an entirely different level. But until then...

"Yo! How much farther do we have to go?"
 
"Not far now," Hera Ledro said, flying alongside Hudson. "We've been travelling pretty fast; we should come up to the coastline soon." Hera floated a little higher, so as to get a better view. He descended slightly, coming back to his previous level. "As a matter of fact, I could see the coastline from here. There's a city nearby, so there should be a dock or something."

No sooner had he finished his sentence than a missile came flying out of nowhere. Hera had little time to dodge, and the missile pushed his wing out of the way as the Allsie rolled to the left. He heard a loud explosion sound from little more than thirty feet behind him. He even felt the heat as the flames erupted and spread.

Jake whirled around to find the source of the missile, only to have to dodge another one. He cursed, turning to find a jet engine roaring towards them. "We've got company, gramps!"

Hera turned and cursed. "Don't they ever give up," he muttered.

"Yo Hudson," Jake called. "Get out of here and let us handle this fool." He whirled around and transformed into his dragon form, aiming his hand and blasting an energy beam towards the wing of the jet engine.
 
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"And let you have all of the fun? I think not!" Hudson had absolutely no idea as to where the commotion was coming from until turned himself around. He drew his blade as he had attempted to locate their opponents.

They must've been among the strangest things he had ever seen. Were they dragons? Were metal birds, or were they some sort of contraption?

No, definitely the latter, as he could trace an energy source. And then he took aim.

"Just what in the hell are those things! I think that there are people in them."

Hudson in all of his years in his world, had never seen such things. What would happen if he took aim and managed to hit it?
 
Jake was baffled. Hudson had never seen a fighter jet before?

Jake didn't have time to think on it as another missile came speeding by. Jake dodged to the side and did a back-flip, whacking the missile with his tail and sending it into the air to explode.

Jake whirled and took off after Hera, who had also dodged the missile and shot off after the jet. It was coming towards them at super-sonic speeds, so it only took two seconds before it whizzed past the flying warriors.

But Jake turned around and his gut turned to ice. Hera had swung his sword as he passed over the fighter plane, severely damaging the wing and sending the plane careening.

Straight for Hudson.

Both Hera and Jake roared at the top of their lungs, "Get out of there, Hudson!"
 
"Hudson, get out of there!"

Yelled both Hera and Jake. Hudson had seen why: The large metal bird contraption was going straght for him!

Was it out of control? Was it trying to attack? No time to think!

Hudson's energy had shot directly down to his legs as his body began to move, nad partly out of instinct at that. Panic, had his mind racing so quickly that time seemed to slow down. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, as he cursed himself for losing his cool so easily.

The panic itself had run it's course within an instant, from which he had arrived at a conclusion: "Wait a minute...!"

No bird, metal or otherwise, was going to frighten him! With all the calm that he could muster, Hudson arched his head towards the sky to stare down the contraption. Standing his ground, his muscles tightened and flexed with anticipation. From here, it seemed that there were only three seconds left until it would come crashing into him.

Three seconds...
His teeth clenched...

Two seconds...
He pivoted his supporting left foot as he lifted his right at the knee in preparation for a side kick...

One second...
Wait, wasn't that a human!?

Too late!
Bam!

His side kick had connected with the contraption's nose. Had he not put enough energy into his defense?

The metal bird had crumpled upon impact, erupting in a shower of glass and metal. Hudson himself had been driven back at least thirty or fourty feet.

"No... Don't let it drive you back! Be like the unmoving rock!"

He was gritting his teeth, pushing back with his leg as hard as he could. Leg extended, muscles strained, his skin and clothing were torn and scratched from the glass and metal spray. He had stopped from being pushed back. The crash impact had still enough force to drive him into the ground, supporting pivoted leg first. He was in the ground a little past his kneecaps.

A little longer and he was in the ground up towards his inner thigh, with dirt collecting even more. The contraption with all of it's sound and fury, had now stopped completely, and dropped to the ground.

With his remaining strength, Hudson pulled his leg out of the ground and brushed himself off. The left side of his cheeck was now bleeding, thanks to a stray piece of glass. There were in fact several pieces still in his skin.

He had fallen in a heap next to the ruined metal mess. He was drained and had never taken such a blow using his fighting ability combined with his wild energy. But he was happy. He had felt as if he had gotten a little stronger. And now he was drained.

"Goddammit that hurts!"
 
Hera's natural warrior instincts kicked in, and he took control immediately following the previous occurrence. "Jake," he rapped, "You see to Hudson, I'll check on the pilot." His tone of voice left no room for argument; this was an emergency, and his word was final.

Jake shot down to Hudson and knelt beside the crumpled figure. "Dammit man, why'd you do that? It would have been a lot smarter just to dodge and let it crash!" Despite Hudson's predicament, Jake couldn't help but admire his strength and determination. He'd completely demolished the plane, which was lying in a broken heap a few feet away.

Hera sifted through the remains of the crumpled jet, shoving metal fragments and plates this way and that, slashing through the wiring with his tail blade, until he finally got to the pilot. All courtesy ignored, Hera grabbed the pilot by his jump suit and hoisted him up into the air.

"Alright, human, what's your damage?" Jake couldn't help but smirk at the uncharacteristic phrase his grandfather had just uttered. "What in the hell were you doing, attacking us out of the blue?"

The human chuckled, and his helmet fell off, revealing glowing eyes and semi-scaly skin. Hera was revolted, but his face remained furiously resolute, and his black eyes pierced the man like twin needles. "Answer me! What is the meaning of this attack?"

"Ordered to deter...keep you from the nuclear silos...hehehe, you'll never stop the nuke now, alien. Say bye-bye Kanto, hehehe." With that, the man went limp, falling victim to the metal fragment that was embedded in his side.

Hera threw the man softly into the dirt, his hearts screaming with rage and sorrow at what the man was implying. They were going to use an atomic bomb on Kanto, in Japan. The province wasn't that big, and a nuclear assault would demolish whatever city was to be struck.

Jake took stock of his grandfather's reaction and quickly turned his attention back to Hudson. Hera needed time to think, and Hudson's injuries weren't something that would go away over night. From what Jake could tell, the majority of the injuries were superficial, and few (if any) had penetrated the skin so far as to cause serious damage. Jake was no doctor, though, and this may not have been the case.

"Hudson, if you don't mind, I'm going to have a look at the wounds you got. I don't think you have anything serious, but it needs to be treated as soon as possible."

OOC: So, Jake implied it, and I'm gonna say it: do you mind if I start extracting the glass from Hudson's body? It's up to you to decide how serious the injuries are (hence my emphasis that Jake couldn't really tell for sure), but in order for Jake to help Hudson, I need your permission to remove the glass from his body. Don't wanna god-mod, you know :monster:
 
((OOC: I understand perfectly. ANd you have my permission))

Yes it was true. Hudson was exhausted. But he was happy. He was satisfied, and he was discovering that he was bruised more than he was cut. The endorphinal high dulled the pain of the glass. All he wanted was just a moment to be high and sunny off his own body's chemicals.

His legs muscles were the most bruised. When the high, wore off, oain would be humming through his legs with every heart beat. It also turned out that his right side had gotten the worst of the debris spray. There was a scrap or two of metal dotting his chest, jutting out through his clothing. No vital organ were hit, as the wounds were shallow. A little bit of soap, alcohol, and rest would work like magic. Though the satisfaction of standing up to such an odd contraption felt like magic itself. He was bleeding quite freely from his face and coat though, because at this point in time, blood loss was the only thing to be concerned about.

"What the hell were those things..."

He didn't care hwho he was speaking to. He just wanted to ask the question. He was enjoying the endorphinal high a bit too much. His voice was becoming slower and lower. He was beginning to drift off into bliss and sleep. But he needed to tell them the truth about himself.
 
"Yo, stay with us here," Jake said. He spoke softly, but there was still a hint of urgency in his voice. With quick, sharp movements of his claws, Jake began to pluck the glass and metal fragments from Hudson.

"That was a plane," Jake said, answering Hudson's previous question. "A fighter jet, really. They're machines that can fly. I still can't believe you tried to take one out with just a kick. You're insane." Jake moved down Hudson's body, plucking out pieces of glass and metal here and there. There were some where he actually had to widen the cuts so that he could reach in with his claws.

"That was an idiotic thing to do." Jake heard Hera's voice and couldn't help but think that his grandfather was right; you don't just kick something that's coming at you at near-sonic speeds.

The Allsie walked up and started working on Hudson alongside Jake, turning the injured warrior on his side. He started on Hudson's back, while Jake worked on the front. "Even if you were from a planet without machines, it's only common sense that you don't just stand there when something is coming at you as fast as the jet did." Hera shook his head. "You should learn from this."

Jake knew his grandfather was being harsh, but that's only because Hudson had made an idiotic move that could have cost him his life. It almost did, and Hudson was in rough shape.

It only took a few moments more to remove the last of the glass, and both the Allsie and the Dragon looked over Hudson's bloody body just to make sure. After a quick triple-check, both of them nodded and stood up. Luckily, the majority of the shards hadn't run too deep into the skin, so instead of being layered in blood, there were simply several trickles that came from the smaller wounds. The larger lacerations were far bloodier, and it would take time to heal them.

"Well, this will set us back," Hera sighed. "Wouldn't matter anyways; I don't think we'd be able to stop the nukes in time."
 
((Let see if I can write myself out of another corner... and pick up where I left off...))

"Listen Hera..."

He didn't care what toll his little stunt had taken on his body. It was a matter of pride for him. There's no way that he'd be able to take out something moving that fast regularly.

"I had come to that exact same conclusion halfway through contraption. I mean, think about the facts for a moment. The only conceivable difference between my world and this -aside from obvious physical ones- is that mine runs on magic over technology. Even so, our world's most powerful weapons by logic are extraordinarily complicated to ready or disarm."

Hudson pauused for a moment to catch his breath and get to his feet. The wounds weren't that deep, but the blood loss from the small ones was beginning to get to him. In a few moments it would become more difficult to stand as his back retreated to a hunched position. The heat from the sun wasn't doing him any good either as it beat down on the three of them. He wondered for a moment how Allsies were taking the heat, since they certainly weren't human.

"Listen Hera, whoever had those weapons, and whoever was firin' them obviously neither wanted nor expected you to get to them in time. Look, supposing that you and Jake -gods know I can't keep up with the two of you- do make it, and the possession of these "nukes" fall into your hands for a long enough time to disable them. How? And even if you did know, wouldn't you think they'd have thought far ahead enough to see something like this coming? The way I see it, it might just be a feint, or a fake."
 
Julius found himself newly walking on a barren wasteland, with the blaze of the scorching sun taking its heavy told on his weary shoulders. Although most of his genes completed a successful biological reconstruction, it has been quite long since Julius had some nourishment. Now that he thought about it, he had found no desire for normal food ever since he injected himself with Sukani's cells. He wondered if he would be able to fully restore his energy by infusing himself with more of Sukani's blood.

Julius realized he lacked many options, so opting for a massive dragon-blood transfusion would suffice for now. But first, he needed to find a way of this hellhole.
 
Hera shook his head. "You're right; it would be idiotic to just rush in there like that. We wouldn't make it in time to re-direct the nukes, much less destroy them. No, we have to keep going." He jerked his chin at Hudson's body, indicating the wounds. "We'll be at the coastal city soon, but not soon enough for those wounds to heal over. They'll be alright by the time we get there, but you won't be able to do much travelling."

"Yeah," Jake said, frowning. Hudson had taken quite the beating from the fighter jet. "Look, you'd better ride on my back. It'll make the trip faster, and you won't need to run or anything to keep up. That way your body will use all its energy to heal."

Hera reflected a moment and nodded decisively. "Yes, that's a good idea Jake." He looked Hudson straight in the eye. "Are you alright with that?"

((OOC: Yadayadayada, once again, can I do a bit of god-modding here? It'll speed things up and let us get to the UK faster. God knows Julius is being coy with his nuke >__>))
 
Time passed, and Sukani gained fulled control of Julius's body and now he had one objective in mind: total destruction. As the black monster spread its wings, an ill wind raised from the north bringing the cries of lament and sorrow, a chanting that was so pleasant to Sukani's ears. The fiendish dragon, almost with an appearance becoming less human and more monstrous, bent his knees and then propelled himself high into the sky. As the demon rushed through the heavens and into the clouds, he made a full circle spin, stopped and then he turned to the direction where Japan was located. With malicious eyes, Sukani took a mouthful of air as if he were gloating itself with all the sorrow and pain he was about to cause, and then he gave out a seemingly inhuman and gruesomely demonic laughter. Sukani filled his lungs with air and exhaled, and then he burst through the clouds right to Japan.

As he soared through the skies, the clouds gathered around spinning and surrounding from his torso to his legs as if he were a living tornado. Finally, he stopped above the city of Kyoto and gazed upon the humans below.

"Filthy parasites, I shall cleanse this world from your corruption."

Sukani then reached Julius's cellphone -which lied within one of the pockets of his lab coat- and then called the US Government. He first got in contact with the secretary of defense, assuring them that Japan was preparing to launche a nuclear attack against the United States, more specifically, against Washington DC. Knowing how naive the president was, Sukani knew that the mere threat of a nuclear menace would suffice in order to push them to strike first. Just as he thought, the beginning of a nuclear war was indeed only, a matter of time.

(feel free to launch it now, and sorry for delaying you Hera ...)
 
((I'm in a corner again, so i'll just try to move things along.))

"Hera..."

Said Hudson as he slowly, hesitatingly, and carefully moved himself to his feet. His body was still quite a bit sore from the cuts and blood loss.

"Don't go too fast..."

He climbed as best as he could onto Hera's back. He needed to be reminded of this pain. It was more experience . It was another chance to make himself stronger.

"You'll rip the skin off of my bones at those mach speeds..."

And then suddenly, something just didn't seem to add up. But oh hell, he'd let it wait. There was still quite a bit of healing left to do.
 
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