After centuries of waiting, after everything that happened to Dragons everywhere. The Blood Dragon didn't care about the lives of mankind. He didn't question the lives he took, nor would it haunt him when evening came and he was to slumber. As far as Gore saw it? They knew what they were getting into. Do or die, they wanted to claim him for themselves, for coin or for some other purpose that was meaningless. Those who died to his claws or the very fire he breathed died a good death, even if the beast himself didn't believe the men and women that were slain that night deserved such an end. Glory was earned and there was nothing more glorious than fighting what the world see's as [b]"Death Incarnate."[/b]. 
Even after so much time and all the horrors he had seen, Gore in a way did hope that mankind had grown wiser to what they were doing to his kin. It was the whole reason he attempted to keep Rosalie safe, The one Human who actually thanked him and shown him some sort of concern beyond that of a pet or worse, an object. Being a slave wasn't foreign to the red scaled monster and he would never forget how people treated his brothers and sisters. How they treated -him-. There was a reason why he broke free of his bonds so long ago, and it wasn't because of his blood-lust for mankind.

Over the course of the multiple battles the Blood Dragon had been in, one would notice the change since he had placed the girl upon his back. How little he used aerial maneuvers to reign destruction upon the land and more on how defensive he was with himself and his -rider-. Though it was his fault, he did have reasons beyond it. Hunters didn't care about collateral damage and if there was a young girl roaming the battlefield? Chances are they'd take her away and no one would see her again. That's how little of faith the Dragon held in mankind. They were sick and corrupt creatures after all.
Perhaps if he -didn't- have her on his back, he wouldn't be as wounded as he was, he may even be considered ruthless for endangering the young girls life but he would have rather saved her that horror and suffer for it then let her find out just how awful mankind was in -that- way. Though the wounds only drove Gore to keep fighting harder and harder like the monster he was labelled to be. 

Blood leaked from each wound on Gore as if it were a fountain, causing him to actually stagger right before he left Rosalie. Hah the girl probably didn't care about how much he was hurting to try and keep her safe! Even still, he would continue fighting as best he could to the very end. Staying in hiding for centuries wasn't going to end with him going quietly into the dark night, to be chained and enslaved for the likes of -these- foul creatures!
Even with Gore's claws shaking from the weight of his form, and his wings shambling to get a hold of the air around him. As well as how it hurt just to open his massive jaws. He was having trouble just moving let alone fighting. The Blood Dragon truly was on his last leg in the fight and after clearing out two small armies with technology he had never seen before, as well as two 'Dark' casters? He should have been defeated by now. The look in his teal eyes never did fade, the anger and rage carried on within his heart as his body began to fail him. 
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As the Blood Dragon ran at the the two casters, he let out a roar to the humming sound, quickly spinning his body to slam his tail at one of the walls, getting a shock that went through his body, making him stiffen up as if he was being electrocuted. The wail he gave shown just how much pain he was in. His wings locked in place while he felt another one of the cord like white spears ram through the top of his neck, slicing into him while he was disoriented. 
Gore's face quickly dropped down to the ground, whimpering from the suffering his entire body felt. As the walls began to close in on him, Gore slowly and weakly picked himself back up, his body shifting from the weight it held. That is when he let out a massive breath of fire, quickly beginning to fill the mystical cage that surrounded him with smoke and ash. The barrier began to flicker from the pure energy Gore was exuding from his mouth, so much so that his entire body was concealed in it. Aisen just laughed until he heard a crackling thunder like sound. Something was hitting the box that concealed the Blood Dragon and judging by the sounds? It was angry and growing stronger. 
The box flickered one more time when a bloody tail shot out from the box, wrapping around Delna before dragging her back into the smoke box. The barrier came back up just as she was pulled in and locked in the cage with the beast himself.

Gore leaned down, tilting his head at her before snarling violently. Even with the smoke and ash in the air, one could see when up this close of the malice that lay in his eyes. As if centuries of hatred was about to be unleashed upon this soft child of mankind. 
No one could see what was happening inside the cage, but it didn't sound pleasant. Gore quickly wrapped his wings around the girl, bringing his jaws over her, scraping his massive fangs down her body, cutting into her as she screamed for Aisen to help her. That's when his blood tail wrapped around her and began squeezing her tightly. After a few moments, cracking could be heard within her form and the huffs given by Gore were of a sadistic nature. Until.. 
The same white spikes that brought him down reappeared on both sides of his neck, slamming into him and impaling him up. Blood poured from the wounds as they skewered him, actually having enough force to push him back away from Delna. The pain in the Blood Dragons eyes fought the pure rage he felt for the girl. That's when he slammed his neck into the mystical spears, using his tail to throw the girl into the wall she made like she was a ball, actually having her bounce back with that same spark. That's when he let out a blast of fire right into her, point blank as he blazed her violently, he spun, causing the spears to rip out of him, slamming his tail into her like a baseball bat hard enough to slam her through the cage she made.

With that, the cage closed in on Gore and pinned him down, electrocuting him while the same white spears appeared over his form, ramming into his limbs as they pinned him there. 
Over time, the cage slowly lifted and the ash and smoke faded, showing a defeated Dragon that was skewered like one would do to a dinner. Though the look in his eyes was angry, one could also see that he was laughing maniacally at what he had just done to the girl. He could see Aisen rush over to her and try and pull her up. He could hear her comforting the woman as if that would make a difference. When Aisen looked at Gore, another white mystical cord appeared a few feet away from the Dragons face, about to send it home into the Dragons skull. After a moment, it faded. They wanted Gore alive, not dead..Plus, something told Aisen that if he did kill him now, it would be giving the Dragon a gift, something like a release.
"I won't kill you, GORE...No..I'm going to do something more.." Aisen moved closer to the incapacitated Dragon, resting a hand on his head, smirking darkly. 

"I'm going to volunteer to be the one to break that spirit of yours..I can't -wait- to see just how much you can take hah."

Gore let out a scoff, blasting out a bit of fire in how amused he was with what the man was talking about. There was an old saying that even Dragons knew. 'If you had to say it, you can't do it.'. That saying seemed to stand true. 
After a few hours, Hunters began to show up and move Gore to a large vehicle where they chained him up, more so than any other Dragon had been chained, loading him for processing. He would have to be broken in, but as far as the mercenaries and the Void were concerned? They got the job done and were going to be paid handsomely for it. The Anicent Dragon, the -Blood Dragon-; was captured. If one wanted to get a scale off of him, they would be able to do it now with how wounded the was. The battle wounds on Gore's form were being mended LIGHTLY, so he wasn't to die during transport. They weakened him passed the point of any other Dragon and feared that the mighty beast may actually succumb to the multiple wounds he had. A Dragon caretaker actually was summoned to account for all the damage that was done to their 'prize. The list counted off as follows; 
Both wings were bent the wrong way, his sides had multiple gashes and cuts. A chunk of flesh was missing under the right front leg. Neck puncture marks on both sides that seemed deep and even partially ripped out, Puncture wounds on the head and face. Part of his wing as well as his shoulder and side had a long slice mark going up it, Electrocution marks were all over his form in the forms of nets and in concentrated areas. His claws were cut and scathed as well as his tail that looked to be cut into. Multiple arrows were embedded in his wings and form, some of which looked to be poisoned. Cut marks seemed to move down the base of his wings that could have made it so that Gore could no longer fly. There was also a large puncture mark on his left side right below the slice that, and on the right side his wing looked more bent and broken than the other. 
The caretaker marveled over the Blood Dragon and how he was still alive, let alone able to fight as hard as he did. After his initial check-up, he nodded to the men that slowly began to drive him away toward the camp. Where ever Gore was being taken? It didn't look good.