[16:54:49] Ra' flew over to the snowy mountainous region, Vintaro within his grasps. Ra' dive bombed towards a clearing atop a mountain, throwing Vintaro down upon the clearing light enough to not kill him in one go - after all, he wanted to have some fun beathing the human around. And for the record, Vintaro had been thrown at a height equal to one story.

Having stopped himself mid nose-dive and landing, Ra' roared on the snowy mountain top. It was big enough for both him and Vintaro to fight upon without any issues of falling over the edge. Ra' approached him, and quickly made a slapping motion to the human with the dull back of his talons.

He roared at him, methane and hydrogen coming from his mouth in large quantities to blow Vintaro away some yards away. It was not lethal, like the epic bitch slap Ra' had attempted to deal upon Vintaro - but it would definatly pack enough of a punch to hurt the lad.
(Ra'Fenfir'Khan)

[17:04:12] "Shit!" Vintaro growled loudly as he was being taken on a fucking trip across the mountains of Frostvale. It was strange, the child didn't even try to move his arms or struggle/ Even though by his face and tone, he obviously hated leaving the safety of the snowy ground. After all, he couldn't fly. As Vintaro screamed numerous profantites, he recongized these areas. His adoptive father brought him here to train as a child. The boy smirked, the dragon had good taste. It was a shame Vintaro was going to have to beat some sense into it.

As Vintaro hurled towards the ground from the one stroy drop, he was already panting. Upon impact, there was a loud crack. Another bone of his broken. Probably one of the many pieces of his femur as he adjusted in the air to try and land on his feet. "Damn. If only I had my damn blade." Vintaro sneered, referring to the heirloom from his late father that nulled pain. It was the only reason Vintaro could fight in situations like these. Not only was he injured he was unarmed. The boy sneered as he hopped up to his feet, then let out an agonizing yell. Walking on a broken leg was painful as hell! He couldn't help but to scream.

"Listen here. I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't take me back down to Frostvale, I'm going to have to beat you ther--" He was interupted by the dragon's swift claw attack, the boy couldn't even move his arms, being heavily covered in bandages and all. He groaned as the air had blown him back and the bitchslap had connected to the mummy child's form. The boy growled as he struggled back to his feet.

"That's it. I'm going to have to beat some sense into you." The boy gloated as his arms dangled to his sides. Vintaro had managed to take a from the snowy mountains and step on it, leaving it to be a stick-like in appearnce. Leaning his torso down to take the thing in his mouth, the boy grinned. It was go time.
(Vintaro Zilanderz)


[17:29:48] Ra' roared, still having enough anger to burn from what the little arrogant bastard had to say. "Hunting Season" he said... "It was to crowded in the city" he said... "I'll turn you into my sword" he said... Well look how well you can walk the walk hatchling!! Ra' roared again, him barely having felt the lads energy blasts and light punches.

He would have felt that punching Ra's scales would have felt like punching a brick wall when your about as strong as a ten year old and as flimsy as a twig. In other words... it would hurt... a lot... Ra' opened his jaw around two feet wide, a small blast of fire landing a yard away from where Vintaro was laying down... in horrible condition.

The ball of fire would erupt and the force of the blast would bring up snow and debris, making Vintaro fly off the edge of the cliff - but Ra' coming to the rescue. He flew and caught him as he was about to fall, throwing him back onto the snowy ring that Ra' had come to call his arena. This was fun... just throwing the boy around like if it was Ra's job...

It reminded him of when he killed those poachers, rogue magi and soldiers, and things that fit the category as they invaded his home on Mt. Ire. Ra' would walk over to him, him having tried to throw him when after he had caught him. Ra' lowered his head and snarled at him, gnashin his teeth at him and showing off the large kanines at him.

They were large, most definatly. They were around twice Vintaro's size in height, and one and a half in width. They were truly intimidating... but would Vinatro even waver at the act? This boy had equal pride to Ra', a dragon, if not more... so it wouldn't be a surprise if he did not get scared.

One thing Ra' had to give him was that he had steel balls... though that was not something he could respect, for he only respected one's power.
(Ra'Fenfir'Khan)

[17:46:52] There was a loud crack as Vintaro had swallowed the remains of rock from his mouth and dropped to a knee for a brief moment. Dislocated jaw, not even form the Dragon's blow but from his own. His movements were somewhat quick for an injured person, but the problem was that the scales were too hard The blows went through his teeth and rattled his gums, causing them to bleed to a profuse amount. Yet, the boy did not waver. Trying his best to kick and bite the dragon to the best of his abilities.

Vintaro grinned widely as he began to fall off the edge of the cliff. He went down fighting a goddamn dragon. So fucking cool. HOwever, his train of thought was interrupted by the claw around his waist as he was hurled back into the arena. "Oh you're having fun huh?" The mummy boy would sneer, having his bandages undo themselves ash he spoke. It was revealed that the boy had no skin, only red-muscle and flesh. The boy was taking so much pain, having his cold raw muscles exposed to the cold air, let alone taking the Dragon's blows. However, the bandages on his face remained intact, as the boy bgean to squirm out of his shirt and cloak. Tossing his hat over to a pile beside him.

Vintaro merely smirked as the dragon had lowered itself to show the boy it's fangs. The child could feel the hydrogen and other gasses from the beast's breath but his body nor determination did not waver. His dark-blue eyes merely stared at his opponents, unwavering as he slowly began to move his arms while scremaing like a madman. That pain must have been unbearable. Oh god, and it was. The blood gushing out of his bare muscles could be heard like an empty ketchup bottle. After raising his fleshy arms up to his face in a fighting position the boy grinned. "You asked for this, allow me to show you the power of a Zilanderz." The boy sighed loudly as his body began to emit a strange dark-blue and black energy. Whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't mana.

"Let's start off with some toes, and work my way up." The boy would say as he threw a killer right hook, right into the dragon's jaw. He didn'[t want the beast to have no teeth after all. The blow itself was surprisingly quick, but the power was surprising. If hit, The dragon would porbably tilt it's head to the right by an inch or so. Nothing notable to a being such as itself, but oh man. Vintaro feltfucking amazing. This time, the blow was only backed by his toes.

(Vintaro Zilanderz)

[18:29:32] Crack...

There was a low cracking sound that could be resembled to a dragons scale cracking - but instead it was Vintaro's right fist! The knuckles had hit hard against the large reptilians armor-like scales - resulting in the bone having broken and begun to sputter blood from the flesh that covered it. Not to mention it had caused mild aggitation for Ra' since Vintaro had managed to force Ra's head to the side in the slightest.

A low growling could be heard from Ra', it getting louder and louder in a matter of seconds. He went ballistic for a split second, opening his jaw wide before bitting quickly and pulling his head back while aiming to rip off the Zilanderz hatchling off - though the blind rage made Ra' make a mistake in the attempted labotomy.

He clamped his fangs down to late and instead of ripping off his arm, the tip of his teeth had grazed the flesh of the arm, severing some of the muscle as well, also resulting in the extraction of the lads ring finger, and the removal of the root of his middle fingers nail root.

To Ra's surprise however... the finger and nail... didn't taste half bad. They made excellent snacks. Next time poachers came over he'd have to severe their fingers to eat for later or save for dragon guests and feed it to them before they decided to fight over Ra's territory - now back to the matter at hand!

Blood had gushed and stained the roof of Ra's mouth and his tongue, serving as a refreshing crimson liquid to give the fingers a juicy tang that tasted like iron and... was it chicken? - Yes, the finger and nail tasted like chicken.

The arm was completely mutilated, but still mostly intact... joint-wise seeing that the arm's joints had stayed in tact while the rest of it was brutally mutilated. It was disfigured to extremes and enough to make Ra' gag at his handy work. With a shake of his head he swallowed the small snack then looked at Vintaro.

He had probably was beggining to faint from the blood loss now... though if he wasn't he'd receive a hit to the head with the back of Ra's index talon. The hit was strong enough to knock him out and that alone. No concussion risks possible... hopefully... (/roll for concussion. it's a low chance. 1-2 = concussion 3-6 = knocked out without concussion).

- But again... that was only if he was not knocked out from the blood loss. Following Vintaro's inevitable unconciousness, Ra' blew fire to his right arm, searing the bleeding wounds shut while making the flaps of skin and muscle be burned, badly enough to char the skin slightly and give it a blistery look to it. The snow helped to extinguish the fire that refused to die out after Ra' had stopped blowing them onto Vintaro's arm.

He'd pick the boy up and fly back to Frostvale with him in hand. The boy should be grateful that he had not died when he awoke... though he was probably call Ra' a pansy or something for not having killed him since Vintaro was probably like that - though this did not matter to much to Ra'.

Atleast now he would not be hunted down in Frostvale since 1) he did not kill or maim Vintaro within the city limits, and 2) Vintaro was still alive. Though he'd need immidiate medical attention for the arm that had been grazed by Ra's teeth and the wounds he had before hand. Ra' spoke to himself in mumbles, still angry at the child.

'He is lucky I did not kill him... arrogant brat. Disrespectful to his elders and superiors... Bah! I would have been in the right mind to kill you. I do not need to let you live, your not even a fellow dragon for me to consider sparing you... I'm just to kind for my own good...
(Ra'Fenfir'Khan)

[18:54:17] Vintaro sneered as his hand had cracked. He was used to his bones giving out during battles, however he sure as hell wasn't used to the pain. Letting out a heartful cry of the the child spat up a torrent of blood from his lips. That was his limit. He had heard that his father was able to continue fighting and even win once all the bones in his body were broken. The child thought of this and then of himself. He wasn't at his father's level of power yet. He'd get there though. He'd sure as hell make sure of it. Vintaro was about to turn around, obviously done for, when his eyes widened in horror.

"How dare you..." Drip ".....how dare you...."
Drip "HOW DARE YOU CREATURE?! HOW DARE YOU FEAST UPON ME?!?!"

The boy's body suddenly began to pulse as his bloodied arm began to drip blood, painting the snow under him red. The child was light-headed and about to pass out, but he didn't give a damn. This beast, this thing, this meance had actually bitten off a piece of him He was a great Zilanderz. Son of Vito, a man who he thought was stronger than most of current Frostvale. His eyes gleamed in rage.

"I'm going to kill you beast. Prepare yourself. For feasting upon me and for also being such a digusting Vile creature. Time to make you into the blade I promised." The boy's mysterious aura began to flare up high into the air, seeming to try to reach the sky itself, but was immiedately stopped by the superiors Dragon's hit to the back of the head. The boy was out cold as that aura began to dissipate.

The child was unconiosus for the sealing of his wound along with the flight back to Frostale. The boy would merely muble jibbeirsh through the air, however there was one thing that could be made out. "I'll become..." That was all. The mumbling stopped as th eboy broke into a wide grin. Strange boy indeed.
(Vintaro Zilanderz)