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The dragon decided it wasn't worth it and flew home for the night and was never seen from again. The end.
Boboclown89 said
Yurwlcme, thts wut u gt 4 psting 2soon


actually yknow what, i think im gonna just go. this kinda attitude really irritates me and i dont want to play in a thread (or on a website) with people like this. have fun killing my robot and dont bother trying to repair or reconstruct it either. im out.
BKburke said
I'm not sure when would be a good time to come in cuz there is quite a bit happening now.


actually come to think of it.. wouldnt now be a good time? the titans arent in the tower at the moment, theyre all out fighting. this would be the perfect opportunity to break in while theyre out to set some traps or lay low so he can ambush them when they come home, tired/injured from fighting.
As the dragon soared by a gate hanging slightly ajar, a sudden tingling sensation in its sinuses made it land nearby and backtrack. Its tongue quickly flicked out to taste the air.

That faint acidic tang could only be one thing: Magic. Curious, but cautious, it snuffed at the earth around the gate to find the source. Usually magic was something the dragon would rather avoid, as enchanted blades were the most efficient weapon against dragon scales, but there didn't seem to be any one nearby.

A slashed padlock was found laying nearby, half rolled under some bushes after being carelessly discarded. The dragon licked it and quickly withdrew its tongue after receiving a faint sting. This thing had been broken with magic for sure. Now the curiosity was even stronger, and even a greedy little glint was starting to twinkle in its gold eyes.

Where there was magic was danger, but where there was both there was also treasure.

Anticipation and fear mixed into a heady, adrenaline fueled cocktail. The dragon paced restlessly at the small entrance, its tail whipping in agitation as its penchant for treasure warred with its sense of self-preservation.
BKburke said
...He was recently given a list of names that he found interesting. Those names belonged to members of the teen titans.


ooo im getting a little excited about this one since he has a clear mission/motive. appearance and agewise, he kind of reminds me of slade! its gonna be interesting to see how the titans deal with a villain who is actively trying to hunt THEM instead of the other way around.
There was a brief moment of confusion as the robot's hand attempted to curl around the tiny intruder, only to be stopped by the forcefield. It was vaguely aware that its fingers were being stopped by something, like it was holding a small, invisible ball, but before it could investigate the situation the boy had already leaped away and escaped.

Just in time for a bolt of lightning to strike the robot. The robot who could convert raw natural resources of energy into its own. Rather than damage it, the electricity was practically sucked into its conductive metal body like a sponge, more than making up for the drain on its energy reserves from fighting in the pitch dark fog. (It had only charged for a few hours in the afternoon sunlight, after all, and would surely have powered down if the fight dragged on long enough.)

The lights on its bodies brightened noticeably, the red hue growing brighter and more vivid, pulsating with power. It focused in on the three approaching enemies, two hands descending like giant fly swatters to crush them flat. The female slipped under its arm and started jabbing indiscriminately, but the snowblade didn't seem to be doing as much damage as the shadow blade, and in fact even seemed to be melting slightly on the edges as the robot's surface heated up from the overcharge.

The male, on the other hand, had been swiftly crushed. Triumphant, the robot shifted its attention from the lesser threat and lifted its other hand- only to see nothing underneath but the imprint from the impact and wisps of black smoke. The clone had done its job well, the robot didn't even see the real Sam flying towards it. It was a good sneak attack, but the massive weight difference between them meant that the small human crashing into its face didn't even make it flinch backwards, it was like trying to kick over a building.

Sam wasn't trying to knock it over, however. The sword between his legs cracked his 'landing pad', sinking into the circular, glowing faceplate, with spreading hairline fractures following the force of impact. Again, the blade became lodged, and again the robot brought up both hands and clapped them together, attempting to crush the boy between them. Even if it didn't succeed, the force of such large metal objects crashing together would create an almost deafening sound, and a shockwave big enough to send the smaller body flying back.
i want to tail behind roxy and donny into the crypt if thats alright with you two? after youve gone inside, of course. sneaky sneaky.
With a full belly, there wasn't much else to do for the rest of the night. If the dragon were a humanoid, it would probably spend the night with an occupation or hobby, but as it was, in fact, just a dragon, its primary activity was prowling. It was a good way to stretch out the ol' wings and haunches at least.

And so the dragon flitted about the city almost lazily, gliding from shadow to shadow at a leisurely pace, gold eyes on the lookout for anything shiny or interesting to take back to its modest little nest.
The shadow dogs, though supernatural in nature, didn't do much damage. Their ebony fangs did sink into the metal however, which would surely leave behind little pinprick indentations of their teeth. Which was more of a mark than the police's bullets had been able to leave and more than enough to finally catch the robot's attention.

The robot stopped in its tracks and the lights on its body shifted to red as it turned its faceplate downwards, spotting Sam's summons. It lifted one leg and attempted to shake the shadow creature off, not noticing that it was a pincer attack and Sam was coming in for the second hit.

Like a hot knife through butter, the blade left a deep scratch along the side of its head. With such a powerful swing, the sword managed to slice all the way down the protective neck plating before catching against one broad metal shoulder and becoming slightly embedded in it. This was definitely more noticeable than the little ankle biters.

The robot's attention quickly shifted to the human attacking it. With surprising dexterity, it reached up and grabbed for him with one of its massive hands in the few precious seconds it would take for Sam even attempt to dislodge his blade. A hand that was big enough to completely encompass his entire body and crumple him in its fist like a ball of paper if it succeeded.
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