OPERATION: DRAGON BREATH

[asgardmods]

This is a catch-all log for people reacting in-person to the whole dragon declaring war on Asgard thing.

Feel free to try to fight him or the fires he leaves or to otherwise panic!

Be careful of burning debris!

Also, please put the general location in your thread starters so people close together can communicate!

Comments

[last_to_kneel]

[Varon's fist tighten. The rage within is certainly catching up to the fires at the words this guy was saying. It's just an old church. It saves us the trouble from having to tear it down. Let it burn.

Before he could stop it, his fist was aiming right to Anon's face...]

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[anonnomnomnom]

[His posture doesn't even shift -- it's his arm, only, that moves; it flashes up to catch that fist. His grip is bruisingly tight, but his expression hasn't changed, either.

He examines the fist in front of his face with a sort of academic curiosity.]

Is this a challenge? Didn't I say there weren't going to be any ambushes right now? [Hmmm.] But I guess that doesn't stop you from ambushing me. I get it.

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[anonnomnomnom]

[Carelessly, he bats the fist away, leaping to his feet and a little ways away to sink into a battle-ready stance.]

So, you want to go for broke early, right? You won't get a chance to back out if you don't think it through now.

[last_to_kneel]

[Varon holds his fist but his rage hasn't stopped. His own mind shuts out the world around him and no matter how much the other talks, he's stuck in a time where rage is all that keeps him from dying. His mind flashes to the point of those four men that left his life in ruins and the one in front of him didn't matter.

He's blind now to reality and he keeps going, hurt fist and all that comes with it. Whether he lives or dies at this point is irrelevant.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[This time Anon doesn't bother catching the strikes -- he just ends up sidestepping most of them, though a couple manage to scuff him. The strange small flurry of fists and brown hair seems to have unusual reflexes for the human he appears to be -- but it's not exactly consistent.

How confusing.]

You know, if it's a fight you're looking for, maybe you should keep better track of your opponent?

[Because seriously, he's getting a little bored.]

[last_to_kneel]

[The movements that Anon uses are just enough to snap Varon out of fury. What in the hell am I doin' with this ass? After a few minutes of blind punches and tossed up dust, Varon comes to and glares at Anon, almost as if he's staring right through him instead.]

Tch. What a waste.

[Mostly it was a chide against himself more than at Anon. He didn't want to waste his time fighting when there were more important things to worry about but that lingering nightmare of his past still loomed as the fires raged around him.]

I've got better things to do with my time.

[anonnomnomnom]

[Well, that certainly gets him frowning.]

Your time? What about my time? Not only do I have to fight in even more rounds of the tournament that nobody told me about (even if the dragon was a pretty great way to do it!), but I have to deal with some human who can't even fight!

I really think I should get a refund.

[last_to_kneel]

Take it up with the gods.

[It isn't that he didn't want to fight, he was not in his right mind to stay focused enough to do it right. Instead of talking, he takes his leave and runs to the next area where he was supposed to meet Allen.]

[anonnomnomnom]

Oh, come on. Are you running away already?

[Anon doesn't bother to give chase -- not nearly interesting enough a specimen to be worth it -- but he does stand there for a few moments looking after him with a bit of a nonplussed expression.]

You know, I wonder what that was all about? He wasn't even strong enough to be in the tournament.