[center][h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2]
"Who the hell knows" of [color=skyblue]Aeila Snowblood[/color] and [color=98fb98]Rya Mira[/color][/center]

It had been a quite a while since Azilon had had to draw steel, falling back on his more prefferred method of torture on the rare occassions that he found himself in a real fight. However, he knew that against an opponent such as Rynek such tactics would be rather ineffective. It seemed as if in less than a breath the two were lunging for each other, steel clashing against steel in a melodic symphany of aggression and power. He had been expecting the power he faced off against, but the nimble agility was something that caught him by surprise. There were not many he could find that were as fast as him, though to be perfectly honest, he didn't look very hard. For just a brief moment Azilon thought her might have stepped ahead, feeling his blade slice through the flesh of his opponent's face. His relief, though, was short lived as Rynek did the last thing any sane person would do in this fight. Stepping in, Rynek moved easily around Azilon and sliced up the spine of his back, his command over the eternal flame searing the wound as it cut. Growling with pain, Azilon dropped to the ground, blades spiraling away across the floor. Vision hazy, the young Drakken warrior found himself being flung at the feet of the woman he had been escorting only moments earlier.

Teeth gritted together Azilon focused his gaze on Aeila as best he could, glaring up at her in a defiant challenge. He took note of the knife Rynek had handed her before stalking away, apparantly not as untouched by the spat as a victor normally was. Exhaling sharply the man struggled to his feet, the ground lurching underneath him sending him reeling into a bystander that had wandered too close. Shaking his head he looked down at yet another small creature, though it seemed this lass was indeed a Gemminite this time around. Looking around, no Drakken had stepped forward to gripe about his hanging over the woman so he figured she was a late-comer that had been overlooked, seeing as so many were already dispersing to the banquet hall already.

"[color=8493ca]You don't have any brothers skilled in combat either, do you?[/color]" Azilon laughed which turned into a wince, which ultimately left him kneeling on the floor as his muscles protested under his weight. Hissing in pain, Azilon's new vantage point had him face to face with the young Gem's bandaged hand, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"[color=8493ca]Well what happened here, little dove?[/color]" He asked with a raised eyebrow, blinking some semblance of clarity back into his vision. Judging by the amount of sweat he could feel beading on his skin, he wasn't confident he had much time left before he was rendered completely useless. Wrapping his arm around the Gem's shoulders, Azilon scanned the area in which he had stumbled from to lay his eyes upon Aeila.

"[color=8493ca]Hey Sprite, seeing as this is mostly your fault... I think you should be the one to make it right again. Walk with me to my room.[/color]"

[@Ellion][@NarcissisticPotato]

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[color=8493ca]Azilon:[/color] Is kind of reeling about after losing his fight. In a lot of pain, but not down for the count yet. Has [s]demanded[/s] requested Aeila's assistance in getting back to his room as he physically hangs off the shoulders of some poor Gem Rya. XD
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