The two humans ran frantically out of the building together, smoke covering their escape. Damien kept a grip on Conner's arm to keep him close. They got about 50 meters away from the building when Damien flatly tripped over some rubble that was thrown when the dragon crashed into the building. Yelping, he crashed to the grassy ground in pain.

Conner obviously would have stopped with him, and that's when Damein finally got a good look at him. "Ah!.. Damnit... Conner! You're bleeding." It was true. Conner hadn't escaped one of the dragon's razor sharp nails and blood was soaking his clothing. Gasping, unsure how much time they had, Damein quickly put pressure over the wound. He had no idea how deep it was, but blood was blood, and ther was always a limited amount of it. Glancing behind him, Damien heard the dragon and wizard speaking a few things to each other. The sound of wings flapping simply terrified him, and he looked at Conner's face. 

In a heartbeat, he could see the man was nearly sickened with grief. Conner felt that this was all his fault. "Sorry..." He began. 

Rather than hate him or scold him, Damein felt nothing but sympathy. He wrapped his hand behind Conner's head and pressed his forehead against him in a brotherly fashion, still holding pressure on his wound. "It's alright, Conner. You didn't do anything wrong. You were just trying to live. Nothing wrong with that. Now listen to me..." The sounds of wings stopped all too close to the two hunters. The smoke was blowing away, revealing the shape of a dragon-man directly in front of them. "We're going to get out of this. I don't think the shapeshifters are here to kill us, or that guy we tied to the chair wouldn't have been talking." 

Damien went silent again as he looked over to Draco and Inkness before them. The two had both just taken a full dose of cyanide each. Not being immortal vampires, they should both be dead. Instead, they were introducing themselves to each other and rubbing bellies as if their bleeding enemies weren't directly in front of them. Technically, it was an insult, but Damien was going to take advantage of any opportunity to stay alive. It looked like the two were about to become lovers. Hopefully, being distracted with each other would give the humans opportunity to escape. He'd well-remember the immunity of weredragons to his arrows. 

"Are you going to kill us?" He asked clearly.