Adykon continued to fight his dragonblooded foe, hacking and slashing with his blade, only to find that the enemy was matching him blow for blow. What was going on here? None of the soldiers that they had faced before were this tough. Truth be told, Adykon's foe was unusually tough even for a Dragonblood, and his level of skill was a match for his brawn.
The dragonblood and the alleged hero of destiny were matched evenly in physical combat, but the dragonblood had an advantage; Adykon could only breathe acid that was strong enough to burn skin. It hurt, but was not enough to kill. The dragonblooded soldier could breathe fire hot enough to melt iron.
Opening his mouth, the enemy soldier breathe a stream of the hottest flame he had onto Adykon, with the predictable results of pain and burns. His armor spared him the worst of it, but it still hurt him.
"AHHGH! You son of-" Adykon raged, swinging his blade at the enemy's head. A miss! Now, it was the enemy's turn. Brandishing his greatsword, the dragonblood landed a might blow on Adykon's head, knocking him off of his feet. Momentarily stunned, the mercenary was unable to get up. It was here that the Dragonblood made the error of roaring in triumph over the fallen warrior. It was a premature boast. Wasting precious seconds was not wise in a close combat.
"It isn't over yet!" Adykon thought to himself as he rolled backwards to avoid the blade of the enemy. Springing to his feet, the mercenary pulled out his gem of magical detection, the same he had used to determine that Ilsa curse had not spread to any other dracon.
"How about a little fire in return?" he shouted, throwing the gem towards the dragonblood, who didn't know that it was utterly harmless. Leaping into the air to avoid what he though would be a burst of fire or an explosion, the dragonblood was quite surprised to find that Adykon charged right over where a blast radius would be for his gem, and, leaping into the air himself, brought his greatsword down over the left wing of the dragonblood, cutting half of it off, and sending a spray of red blood over the vicinity. If it caused the dragonblood any pain, he didn't show it. It did, however, force him to land and continue the fight.
By this time, Adykon was wondering if anything could stop his foe. What was this guy made out of? Why didn't losing half a wing hurt him? Could he even feel pain? That was it! He couldn't. Dememoras must have modified these particular warriors so they didn't feel any pain at all. Was he even aware that he was missing a wing? Adykon hoped not. Running from the enemy, Adykon was pursued on foot without a word as the battle raged around him. Leaping off of the wall to a nearby roof but didn't quite make it! Adykon now hung onto the edge of the roof for dear life; it was a six story fall. He hoped that his opponent, who was used to flying, could not make the jump to the roof.
The dragonblood was unable to fly, but he could still run on the ground. He knew that his wing was gone, and that a jump would have to be made. Adykon could only hope that his plan would work as he held onto the edge of the roof as the dragonblood jumped from the wall...
