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[Establish setting: homeroom]

[Rudy is at his desk studying or getting hit on unwantedly or whatever]

[Someone approaches Rudy just out of frame]

   ??: Oi.

[Rudy looks up]

[It's a big musclely student]

   STUDENT: I got a problem; heard you know a guy.

[Rudy smiles]

   RUDY: Yeah, I do.

[Student folds arms over chest, tapping impatiently]

   STUDENT: It's an emergency-when's the soonest I can meet 'em?

[Bell rings. First period is starting]

[Rudy gathers up his possessions]

   RUDY: I'll let him know as soon as I can.

[Student going into 1st period, through the hallway]

[Conner bursts out of a locker inches away from him]

   STUDENT: WAHG!

[Student, having his warrior instincts kick in, throws a punch at the surprise]

[The punch misses Conner by as he is still in the process of erecting himself from the landing]

[Punch instead hits the locker behind him]

[Connor continues, unfazed, and brushes the shit off of himself from the locker]

   STUDENT: W-what the hell! I could've killed you!

[Locker also had sexy pictures taped up that stuck to him]

[Looks at one while student yells, saying "Whoa. Lewd."]

   CONNER: Right, so what can I do for you?

[Student is incredulous but tries to play along and regain composure]

   STUDENT:...I...got a test in an hour?

   CONNER: Uh-huh.

   STUDENT: And I don't have any #2 pencils.

   CONNER: And what can you do for me?

   STUDENT: I got this old dragon-slaying sword. That good enough?

[Conner takes out a ruler or something to inspect the sword with a sense of bravado]

[Not knowing what he is doing, he merely concludes "Yep, that's a sword alright" in thought]

   CONNER: Mmmm-just barely.

[Conner searches inside of his backpack as some ridiculous shit falls out or is (carefully?) taken out, and trades]

   CONNER: After all, I carry only the finest of pencil brands. But I'm feeling generous today.

   STUDENT: Fuckin' A, mate. Thanks.

[Conner thinks "Alright. Time to try dragon-hunting." sword in hand]

[MATCH CUT to Rudy's house, only backdrop changes + Rudy's word bubble. They are in different clothes to signify a different day, most likely the weekend]

   RUDY: Ooh, dragon-hunting. That could be it.

   CONNER: Rudy.

   RUDY: You're usually supposed to hunt in parties though.

   CONNER: Rudy.

   RUDY: Huh?

[Conner is pointing at the window behind him. He's on the longer couch in front of the window]

   CONNER: Your fans are here again.

[A bunch of faces are pressed up against it swooning-both guys and girls. Low coos and be heard through the glass]

   RUDY: Oh! Sorry about that.

[Rudy closes the blinds over them and carries on]

   RUDY: Anyways, I can definitely see it. Want me to go with-

   CONNER: Where do you find dragons anyway?

   RUDY: Oh, that? It's not too far from here- just out of town. Hang on.

[Rudy grabs a peice of paper/notebook and pen]

[Rudy's narration over a montage of Conner's travels]

["Alright, so first you go past Hero's Summit, and take a left on Hellhound Highway. When you see the Bog Witch give her a crow's beak to pass onto Mount Dithergrass. Oh, and watch out for Lightning Trees- they shed this season."]

[CUT to a shot of Conner's feet stopping at the end- signifying the end of montage and that he has arrived]

[Panting and ragged, but had managed through this trek]

[At the den of the dragon. Goes in]

[Paneling and art style gets all serious and action-like]

[The dragon isn't too far from the entrance, maybe a half-mile or so, and is enormous in size. Could be resting on gathered and stolen riches like gold and jewelry. Your typical western dragon- horns, wings, scales, large claws and reptilian in appearance]

[The sleeping dragon is awoken by a rock hitting its face]

   CONNER: Bring it motherfucker!

[*The dragon breathes fire down at him too fast, and he had not prepared for this. Flinching, he holds his head down and the sword up. A sudden barrier is summoned from the weapon and protects him from the attack.]

[Realizing that he is not in a protective casing, he cheers as the shield dissolves]

   CONNER: Haha! I'm a damned natural!

[The dragon flares it's wings as wide as it can in such narrow cave as Conner runs towards it]

[Conner manages to dodge its swipe while running towards it- but AOE sends him clumsily tumbling under it]

[Quickly he resumes the same direction, cutting its leg in the process. He attempts to scale the pile of goods, but is hit by the dragon's tail while it turns around and sent flying as well as its many collections.]

[Having crashed into the cave wall and fall from a concerning height, Conner is flummoxed but somehow survives just barely]

[Conner thinks: If I can hold out for just a bit longer...]

[Conner stabs it down on its foot and it staggers into the cave wall in pain, causing a small collapse of stalactites onto it, piercing it and making it roar out in pain. Though compared to its size, these do about as much damage than a small laceration-though Conner doesn't know that]

[Serious artsyle desists]

   CONNER: YEA-!

[A massive sword peirces through the dragon from behind and it collapses, writhing in pain]

[Suddenly, a hearty shout "WORRY NOT LITTLE BOY. WE SHALL TAKE IT FROM HERE."]

[Mighty manly bara man and his crew had shown up. The light coming into the cave from the entrance shining light behind them in an almost holy manner]

[The mightly man could look like something out of an old comic- huge build, wearing little more than a loincloth and bits of armor, and lots of body hair (including a lovely 'stache and husky beard. Maybe most of his face can't even be seen). His gang could consist of maybe 3 others that also looked like they stepped out of an old-fashioned RPG- maybe a mysterious rogue or wizard hidden under a large cloak, a butch and hefty amazon lancer or knight, and a skantily-clad busty ranger or assassin. Joke could be that he is actually younger or a peer to conner, he's just THAT manly. Could also be campy as shit saying shit like "en garde!"]

   CONNER: Hey! You stole my kill!

   MAN: BOSH! EVERYONE KNOWS DRAGONS HAVE 3 PHASES.

[The dragon ressurects; going into phase 2. This time blocking the exit]

   MAN: PREPARE YOURSELF, LITTLE BOY.

[Astonishment and dread washes over Conner's attempted poker face]

[JUMP CUT to friend checking if his stalkers have left yet, and the coast look clear]

[It is already in the dead of the night and he could've sworn he heard some low rustling noise outside]

[Though a bit apprehensive, Rudy decides to open the door]

[Suddenly a hand grabs his foot and Rudy squeals]

[It's just Conner on the floor...and a trail of blood?]

   CONNER: Heal. Now.

[Chat while Rudy tends to his wounds]

   RUDY: You made it back in better condition than last time. Finally found your calling?

   CONNER: Nah, it's..it's not my thing.

   RUDY: Oh, sorry man.

[Conner resolves, pumped]

   CONNER: Just means I'm one more try closer to finding that.

[DISSOLVE TO to school the next day. It's heavily raining.]

[Rudy sits next "Conner" (a straw doll or illusion to fool the staff)]

[Overhears a conversation between two students, just a desk over]

   Girl 1: What!? It's not supposed to rain until Friday!

   Girl 2: Shoot, and you're wearing your fox-fur boots today...

   Girl 1: Exactly! I'm so screwed-I just got these too!

[Dialogue continues over next scene of them approaching Conner]

   RUDY: Oh that? That can easily be fixed by next period.

[Conner looks at the sword sternly, before easing/sighing and putting it away in his big-ass backpack.]

   Girl 1: How?

[Conner notices the person]

   RUDY: I know a guy.

[Connor smiles slyly and makes a confident stance, head held high]

End


*maybe Conner keeps the sword on his back till then as it's unreasonably heavy, and struggles uplifting it during the entire battle. His back may be well handling ridiculous weights, but his arms aren't up to par.