"Thank you Alister. We'll leave as soon as we get some potions from the Alchemists." He walks off in his strange armor, and when he gets out into the sunlight, the armor shimmers and vanishes.

That other guy spoke more sense than that six armed Raz. At least it will be the good thing that will be done to avoid any troubles of the dragon.

The group seems the more trustworthy one that he could find, and it seemed to be the case that a sizable group will be churned out. Sounded good in theory, but who knows what that six armed guy could do with such a crafty plan. But he decided to tag along regardless, for that is what he should do for now.

Good that he did not pick or fight with that bear, Raz thought, just to see Alister, another of the student to offer help for the so called rescue mission. "No problem, the more the merrier I suppose ~" Raz replied nonchalantly.

Herm catches the bone. He sees it has some cracks in it.

"Uch, maybe it was not as good as I remember."

He puts it on his back and starts gathering people to come along.

"Listen up, maggots. As I cannot recruit you against your will, I will ask politely. If you are a pussy, go home. We don't need you, go back to your dorm. Others, welcome to the greatest time of your life. Here, you will learn the true definition of work hard, play harder. Blood, sweat and tears mean nothing when you are fighting giant dragons. You need tactics, skills and, above all, avoid it at all costs. You got loved ones? *BAMB* They are gone. These dragons don't dance around like the pretty ladies. They will actually raise a finger and your life is over. Feel intimidated already? Bye, I'll probably never see you again."

Herm spits on the floor. Some chunks of food are still in it.

"However, the people that stick around will learn lessons that cannot be taught in class. In dire situations, your true power comes forth. You might have seen me take a beating of that old man Winston, but I have had worse. All of it made me stronger, faster and better at everything. You might think you already mastered your element, but then I suggest staying in that fantasy world of yours. I guarantee, you either end up 10 times stronger or die trying. The choice is yours."

Herm ends his speech.

Prisom nods. "Good speech. If you weren't such a stuck up jerk, maybe you would actually be a competent mage." His hand fills with light, glowing until it becomes literally blinding to look at for any period of time. The ruins in the floor he's standing on glow, and a white portal swirls into form, showing a burning, lava flooded, obsidian wasteland. He lifts his blade in salute, and walks though the frame of the portal.

For one, Raz couldn't comprehend the situation, out of all people in the world, that six armed guy went having a speech about having good tactics against dragon.,....

Someone please tell me that this is just a bad dream...

That guy telling the defeat from what the headmaster so gloriously, and he is sure that the Herm did something like charge on that headmaster head-on without any shields or wards, or even enhancements.

One thing for sure, that guy is going to turn a simple rescue mission into an unnecessary pitched battle against a dragon, just from the way that he acts is as clear as the day.

"Nice magic" That protal magic from that Prisom was quite a surprise to Raz. Creating Portals wasn't raz speciality, and along with that prisom's lead, Raz stepped across that gate of thin air.

He smiles at the compliment. "Thanks. You're....Raz, right? I'm Prisom." He steps out into the fiery world, and sighs. "What do you know about Elnesto? Why would he risk breaking a deal with the dragons?" He looks around, grins, and whispers to Raz, "So, what IQ level would you put the six armed wonder over there? 5? 6?"

"Don't be like that," Raz replied with his rational but nonchalant gaze, in a tone that seemed to be authorative, "That's too high a number for you to even suggest."

A man dressed in leather, which had been dyed a nice red looked around, and saw the group, evidently he approved of what he saw. "I found a message," he said to them, in his hand was a letter, it had been crisply folded, he held it out to them. "a gifted boy taken by Dragons, told me to come here. How interesting."

Prisom nods to him. "And you are....." His hands and eyes begin to glow softly.

He smiled like a at the sight of the glow, it didn't bode well. "Dijorno, call me Dij." He said.

He shrugs, and nods. "Yes, we need some help in getting a kid back from one of the oldest and most powerful dragons in the world. Do you know anything about dragons? Possible weaknesses?"

"Don't let them see you." Dij replied, "if there are any possible weaknesses to a dragon, then they've kept it a secret."

"I only know of one trait witch can be exploited like a weakness, their greed. Give one a valuable enough gift, and they'll do just about anything. Unfortunately, Elnesto was deliberately kidnapped, which means that they had a reason to want him."

"Then we bring an equal bargaining chip." Dij said, "it's ludicrous trying to attempt otherwise."

"Ok, what do you have that a dragon will want more then a prisoner?" He seems half sarcastic, half serious.

"It's a work in progress." Dijorno said lamely.

After doing another thousand push ups, Herm sits down and reflects upon his life.
Was it truly that painful? Yes.
Could he have done things better? Yes.
Should he changes his ways? ...
...
But would he have had these muscles? No.
Can people take him down that easy? No.
Will he let his friend get eaten by the dragon? No.

Herm rises up, stronger than before and walks towards point of assembly.
"You coming?" He asks.(@Blueflame)

Prisom walks next to Herm. "So, what makes you think that Elnesto's your friend? You are a jerk, who constantly threatens to harm others, yet you count him as a friend, a ally. What makes you say that?" He seems genuinely curious.

"Fear makes the people work harder than soft words and comfort. Elnesto has no fear. He runs around, jumps around knowing if I get annoyed with him, he gets launched into orbit. But he understands me on a level I can't explain. For you to be more fearful, you must shrink your own weakness. If it wasn't for him, I would still be ripping people apart for pleasure. He made me realise I am gifted with immense strength and could either expend the power or waste my time proving my strength to the unbelievers. By pushing them everyday, those underachievers reach new heights. They might hate me, but they'll hate it even more when their friends get taken from them and they can't do anything."

Herm eats an apple he found on the ground.

He nods. "Interesting. He wasn't fearful when the dragon men captured him?"