Post by hotladydragon on Jan 15, 2007 19:57:53 GMT -5
A series of drabbles focusing on Rose. Banished from the Hunts Clan for her disloyalty, Rose is now in control of her life. So now the exHuntsgirl has all the time in the world. One question remains: what will she do with it?
Drabble 1:
I’ll Be There
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He can handle them.
ZZT! A bolt of green energy hit the American Dragon in his right side. Furiously, he struck out at the offending Huntsboy.
They’re getting better.
BAM! Another Huntsboy brought his staff down on the American Dragon’s back.
“Cheap shot,” the spectator growled disdainfully
A roar of fury and the American Dragon lashed out with a tail sweep which the Huntsboy behind him easily avoided. The other Huntsboy slashed the dragon’s chest with his staff. The American Dragon roared painfully.
From a perch above the action, stunning blue eyes were dark with worry.
They should’ve been done by now.
The old man had been injured by one of the Huntsboys and was struggling to get back into the fight. Fu was working on opening a safe. Hunts Man and the Clan weren’t here for this battle. It was a solo mission for the boys and they were doing well. The American Dragon and his entourage were here to prevent the Hunts Clan from getting their hands on some ancient texts.
“Come on, Dragon,” the owner of the blue eyes muttered.
Her earpiece crackled and she adjusted it.
“How’s it going?”
A kick. An angry roar. Energy popping.
“What do you think? He’s getting creamed down there,” anxiety rose the pitch in her voice.
“You gonna help him or what?”
“I don’t like to get involved.”
Chuckling.
“Yeah. That’s what you said last time.”
“Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
The fight was picking up and the Huntsboys were getting the best of the dragon. It was obvious that the old man was helpless. Growling in irritation, the spectator sprang into action.
A Huntsboy swung his staff, intending to slash one of the American Dragon’s wings. That move could almost insure that he would never fly again.
“Aiya!”
The kick was well aimed and successful. Her opponent fell to his knees, gasping for air.
“Think you can handle one of them?” Rose barked.
Jake nodded and turned to the lone Huntsboy. He wasn’t so bold without his friend.
The Huntsboy Rose had previously taken out was back on his feet again. Rose could see the abundant self-assurance in his eyes.
“Hey baby, what’s a fine girl like you doing out this late?” he cooed.
As if one Jake wasn’t bad enough…
Swift as lightning, Rose’s hand dropped to her hip and withdrew a little ball from one of the pouches on her belt. She threw it at the Huntsboy’s feet and ran. It exploded, emitting a thick, yellowish green smoke that smelled terrible and choked the hunter. He fell to his knees, wheezing and hacking.
“Hurry it up, will you?” Rose called over her shoulder.
“I’m tryin’!” Fu yelled back. “Lock picking is an art and—WHOA!”
He ducked as a large fireball sailed over his head, barely missing him.
“Watch it, kid!”
Jake lashed out with his tail, but Huntsboy easily leapt over it.
“Give it up, Dragon!” the Huntsboy shouted c*ckily. “You can’t touch my mad ski—OW!”
Rose had launched herself at him, high-heeled boots first, and hit him square in the stomach. There was no doubt he and his friend were out of the fight for a short time. Jake could now turn his attention to Rose.
“Rose, I know this is a bad time, but—“
“Badabing!” Fu called triumphantly, pulling the texts from the safe.
When Jake turned back to Rose, only air was in front of him. Just like last time. His heart sank, and with so much disappointment like lead in his stomach, he was surprised to make the trip back to Canal Street Electronics carrying both his dragon master and animal guardian.
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Camouflaged by shadows and back on her original perch, Rose watched him fly away with a heavy heart. It was cold living in her isolated world with so much distance separating her and someone she cared so much about. She would be there for him whenever he needed her most. At least she could do that much for him.
Drabble 1:
I’ll Be There
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He can handle them.
ZZT! A bolt of green energy hit the American Dragon in his right side. Furiously, he struck out at the offending Huntsboy.
They’re getting better.
BAM! Another Huntsboy brought his staff down on the American Dragon’s back.
“Cheap shot,” the spectator growled disdainfully
A roar of fury and the American Dragon lashed out with a tail sweep which the Huntsboy behind him easily avoided. The other Huntsboy slashed the dragon’s chest with his staff. The American Dragon roared painfully.
From a perch above the action, stunning blue eyes were dark with worry.
They should’ve been done by now.
The old man had been injured by one of the Huntsboys and was struggling to get back into the fight. Fu was working on opening a safe. Hunts Man and the Clan weren’t here for this battle. It was a solo mission for the boys and they were doing well. The American Dragon and his entourage were here to prevent the Hunts Clan from getting their hands on some ancient texts.
“Come on, Dragon,” the owner of the blue eyes muttered.
Her earpiece crackled and she adjusted it.
“How’s it going?”
A kick. An angry roar. Energy popping.
“What do you think? He’s getting creamed down there,” anxiety rose the pitch in her voice.
“You gonna help him or what?”
“I don’t like to get involved.”
Chuckling.
“Yeah. That’s what you said last time.”
“Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
The fight was picking up and the Huntsboys were getting the best of the dragon. It was obvious that the old man was helpless. Growling in irritation, the spectator sprang into action.
A Huntsboy swung his staff, intending to slash one of the American Dragon’s wings. That move could almost insure that he would never fly again.
“Aiya!”
The kick was well aimed and successful. Her opponent fell to his knees, gasping for air.
“Think you can handle one of them?” Rose barked.
Jake nodded and turned to the lone Huntsboy. He wasn’t so bold without his friend.
The Huntsboy Rose had previously taken out was back on his feet again. Rose could see the abundant self-assurance in his eyes.
“Hey baby, what’s a fine girl like you doing out this late?” he cooed.
As if one Jake wasn’t bad enough…
Swift as lightning, Rose’s hand dropped to her hip and withdrew a little ball from one of the pouches on her belt. She threw it at the Huntsboy’s feet and ran. It exploded, emitting a thick, yellowish green smoke that smelled terrible and choked the hunter. He fell to his knees, wheezing and hacking.
“Hurry it up, will you?” Rose called over her shoulder.
“I’m tryin’!” Fu yelled back. “Lock picking is an art and—WHOA!”
He ducked as a large fireball sailed over his head, barely missing him.
“Watch it, kid!”
Jake lashed out with his tail, but Huntsboy easily leapt over it.
“Give it up, Dragon!” the Huntsboy shouted c*ckily. “You can’t touch my mad ski—OW!”
Rose had launched herself at him, high-heeled boots first, and hit him square in the stomach. There was no doubt he and his friend were out of the fight for a short time. Jake could now turn his attention to Rose.
“Rose, I know this is a bad time, but—“
“Badabing!” Fu called triumphantly, pulling the texts from the safe.
When Jake turned back to Rose, only air was in front of him. Just like last time. His heart sank, and with so much disappointment like lead in his stomach, he was surprised to make the trip back to Canal Street Electronics carrying both his dragon master and animal guardian.
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Camouflaged by shadows and back on her original perch, Rose watched him fly away with a heavy heart. It was cold living in her isolated world with so much distance separating her and someone she cared so much about. She would be there for him whenever he needed her most. At least she could do that much for him.
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