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This was Arthur. He knew him. But he was not looking for him.

"Where is Cayden? How dare you occultists bewitch him."

Clearly his bought some of the propaganda. But reality is, he hates Occultism no matter what. He attempts to empower his music further. Trying to force his sound magic to become stronger as he gives into his wild nature but remains as serious as ever.

"I have no idea why Cayden is fighting for the wrong side, but I'll purge it. I'll purge it all."

And as if to point that his illusions turn into multiple instruments as the phantoms attempt to fill this zone with their endless music. Playing a song that seems to drive him further him as his rifle moves to his out stretched arm while he renders a bow, illusory mirages following that rifle until it is on his hand.

"Out of my way." He insists. "I need to find Cayden!"
(Caleb Arborea)
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[18:59] Arthur took a second as he looked at the man, well he wasn't really a man he was more of a boy that was good it would give the man a good deal of scars from what he was able to see the boys skin was too soft it didn't have the proper amount of scars and he was going to have to give them to him. A man should not be without a proper set of war scars he puled the siege breaker from his back as he slammed it onto the round watching the wind flicker around it. It would be ready soon but it still needed to have some work done and that was something that he was looking forward to but for now there was more important thing that he needed to get down.

He took a breath pulling that air into his lung as he looked at the boy and his let his blood pump and pump and pump though his body as he felt the dragon shove the human out of the way. He felt the scales push their way over his hands as his wings flapped and grew the light shimmering on his feather as they moved along with the wind. His talons carved the ground as he looked at the man his face was more like the dragon that was in his blood he was more like the dragon that was in his blood. he could feel his teeth pressed into fangs as he looked at the man his iris stretchered to look like that of the namesake that gave him his wings.

"Do not speak of that man with words that are not true. Would have joined da wrong side and I will hurt you from it and you will learn to understand all his not what they tell you." The man that was more dragon than man looked at him and snorted blowing a gale from his snout.

"Come."
(Arthur)
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[19:02] {Won Dangerous RPB against Caleb Arborea}
[19:02] ** Arthur has inflicted an injury upon Caleb Arborea. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:14] Arthur looked at the man as he moved he came to war so he would at least give him the way to call him what he was, if he was therian he would have been a man but he was born to fool and to a foolish people that needed to be corrected and he was there to make it so. He caught the first blow letting his gun catch him point blank he would allow him to draw first blood because it was a kindness and it would have him a story of a fight if nothing else but that was the last that he would allow the man to really wound him. So he called to the wind pulling it from the place around him and until he was in a hurricane of pain and that hammered into the man a set of shimmer wings jumping form current to current as he moved this first blow was a hand covered in scales that slammed into his stomach and knocked the wind from him. The second as his hilt into the side of his face as he knocked the teeth out of his jaw the third he picked him and rode the storm with him carrying him to the top of the tempest.

The man that held him there was more dragon than anything else scales covered every part of his flesh and his face was more draconic than human he held him there up in the air on shinning wings as he looked at him and nodded. "You proved better than the rest of them and for Cayden you will live." He had learned to make his rage work from him, slammed in face into the boys head as he craved grooves in his sink for where his horns would have come in if he was of the blood and tossed him to the wind as he sent him across the battlefield. "I have done all I could for that one Cayden, he will not die here." Flapping his wings as he took off towards another fight.
(Arthur)
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[19:29] Caleb tried everything in his power. Every single trick he had. He fought with the phantom instruments, but every set of blows from the hurricane like winds would make one of his instrument vanish. Still he didn't give up, he fought with everything he had. Believeing he was doing the right thing.

Occultism MUST be purged. But not Osrona's way. Still he had come to its defense to protect those he care about. His clone fought alongside him. He attempted to blind Arthur, but his tornadoes came in any way. He tried using his speed, but the drakanite countered that as well.

His sound and illusions seem to only do minor wounds to him. Even when he fired his most powerful sonic blasts from his rifle and even when his clone fought... It was like Arthur's wind batted everything away. And as time passed more and more his music starts to fail.

And then comes the powerful slam into his stomach, making all illusions to pretty much break and his music loses it's edge as he is rammed by the hilt. And then he is brought in, head slammed and thrown off. But he stands up, forcing himself to get up independent of his wounds.

However instead of enragement, he stays calm as he gets up while gritting his teeth. "You took it easy on me, because of my cousin?"

He shakes his head. "Occultism must be purged and you know that, Arthur."

Then he throws a phantom on the ground creating a cloud of mist for him to escape with Wild Nature used to speed away, while gritting his teeth. His music was not powerful enough. But it would. It would become more powerful. He would continue until he manages to refine it. But for now, better to retreat and live then die foolishly here.
(Caleb Arborea)