The Open Road

With the release of Quis' magic, @mirssa could easily tell that their position changed, as she could see it out if the corner of her sight. However, the mage's final attempts to possibly save herself would be her own (and @mirssa's) downfall, literally. The gnoll's claws were still brutally wedged in the halfling's eye sockets and mouth, her fingers went deep enough to mince and skewer the frontal lobe of the brain, effectively rendering Quis braindead, unable to act at all. Mirssa kept her claw wedged in her skull, with her other hand she dropped her sword, as she wouldn't need it for the next few minutes as she free falled. Somewhat knowing her doom was approaching, @mirssa went into a panic, searching herself and the halfling for anything that could help get her out of this situation. The halfling had a potion that glinted in the sun, while @mirssa was no alchemist, she did know what miracles some potions could achieve. Retrieving the potion from her foe's belt with her free hand, she clutched it closely to her torso, not letting it slip. She tried to wiggle her hand out of the halfling's skull, before kicking her body away from her as the fell, eventually losing sight of her in the distance.
@mirssa still had time to fall, she looked around through the wind, and tried to take in the sights before she splattered. There were worse ways to go, and she knew she won, first, at least.
As she could begin to make out individual trees, she uncapped and drank most of whatever the potion she'd taken. She hoped it was one of featherfall, but it looked like healing, even if it was some sort of poison or negative effect, not like it'd last long. She tossed the remaining flask aside and outstretched her arms, dispersing the pressure across her body when she landed in the green bushes and shrubs below.

And then @mirssa's sight blackened instantly when she hit the ground. It was silent in the surrounding forest, not too far from the burning wagon.

Enigma snapped his maw shut, cutting off the stream of flames form now, leaving behind only the heated crystals and scored grass before him. This sorched grass would smoke from being singed, the smoke emanating an aura of anti-magic.

With a small flap of his wings and a leap, Enigma would with back away from the crystalline structure for now, watching and waiting to see what the dragon would do.

The fight seemed to have paused for a moment, though Enigma was still ready to jump into action at any moment. He bared his own teeth in response, flexing his clawed feet and digging deep ruts in the road. When the other dragon spoke, he could immediately tell she was female.

"I've been attacked more often while in the form of a dragon, it brings back bad memories..." Enigma said. He lived a rather sad life, half-human and half-dragon and generally disliked by both sides. He distinctly remembered the one incident in Gauldin where he was shot down by ballistae after flying over the border.

Enigma watched the dragon curiously, wondering if she still intended to fight. While she seemed a little riled up, he didn't think she would want to fight him anymore. 

"Do you still want to fight me? I'd rather not..." his voice trailed off, perhaps he should introduce himself?

"I am Enigma."

Aepessa seemed to be a bit disappointed in him, which made him feel a bit saddened, though his draconic features wouldn't convey that. 

"Well, maybe I should embrace my draconic side more... can you help me?" he asked. If anything it was a way to at least have some company for a while if the dragon agreed.

Enigma thought for a moment, though he didn't have to think long to come up with examples. 

"I burned down part of a city once, if that counts for anything," he said. The humans had taught him that this was a bad thing, though, and he didn't really get away with it in the end, so he decided it was not a good thing to do. The black dragon thought some more, it seemed she was right as far as humans went,

"...I've killed the one human friend I had."

He seemed to be a bit saddened by this. It was unfortunate that he had met his friend when he was still rather unstable, relative to now at least. 

"No I didn't get what I wanted, another dragon stopped me," he said, frowning slightly. He then had an idea, perhaps one that would make her seem him more favorably, though he did not know why this was important to him. Perhaps because the dragon, however disgusted she seemed to be by him, at least gave him the time of day.

"I know of a human village, I've seen it while flying. We could go there if you want, and I can show you that I don't care about humans anymore," he offered. 

Enigma reared his head back a bit, caught off guard by her closeness. 

"There might be something in the village, though I mostly suggested it as a good place to make a point. If it's treasure you're looking for, I don't really know where to find that," he said. There might be treasure at the village he had in mind, but they wouldn't know until they went there.

"So what do you say?"

"I didn't ask you to hunt for me," he said, a bit confused. Enigma spread his wings then, beating them as he lifted off the ground, "Alright then, let's go."

The black dragon would then start flying into the air and northwards, perpendicular to the road. 

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