Salamander x Devil
The salamander and dragon were two creatures of flame, one said to be born from it, the other known to harness its power. Currently, two such creatures had just finished facing each other. Two roars echoed through the mountains as distant volcanoes rumbled and erupted-- one belonging to a dragon, the other to a large, armor-clad man. The dragon's head had been cleaved from its neck by a large, double-edged sword and both pieces immediately fell and crashed to the rocky, broken earth below. Eugene's four red wings pointed upward to break his flights as the ring of fire produced by his Blood Armor's ability faded, and he began to fall toward the ground to collect his spoils.
Staying true to the man's physical stature, Eugene's weight and armor created a loud clanging once he'd landed. The materials of value had been torn from the dragon's carcass and placed into storage. The General's right hand lifted Demonic Sword Gram in an attempt to sheath it, only to halt once his Searching Skill had caught something in its radar. The Dragon Valley north of Gadan's desert was a dangerous area -- the creature he'd just killed was proof of that -- and not many people chose to venture it alone. If a single person was approaching, did that mean they were strong? Eugene lowered his hand, letting the tip of Gram's blade bite into the rock below. Maybe this person would prove to be a nice distraction until another dragon arrived.











