"Alright guys, restrain her" the main dragon slayer commanded, "I don't want her hurting herself, I want this one alive. I know a few people who is in the market for a living dragon." Draga struggled, she even tried to breath fire but the net was so tight that it even prevented her from opening her mouth. Caught on her back, she was squirming around like a worm, thrashing about in effort to keep the dragon slayers away.
Then, there was a puff of smoke right above her belly and felt a pair of feet land on her. Laughter could be heard as the smoke cleared, and a tall dark figure emerged from the smoke. Dawned in a black cape with a tall collar, the figure turned to face Draga. She could only see the bottom of his face, which was contorted in a large smile, the mask he wore fitted with his face, giving him the look of a very jolly, if not slightly creepy, figure.
"Hello young one, looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble now haven't you" the figure said with a very jolly voice that varied from high and low pitches. Draga tried to wiggle back but saw the strange figure turn around and face the dragon slayers. "I hope you don't mind, but I have need of this dragon. Got a bet to win."
With an almost insane laugh, the figure raised his arms and summoned a large cloud of smoke. Then Draga felt herself being dragged at a quick pace before being plunged into darkness. The sound of the dragonslayers yelling was evident and still close by. She was confused as the men's voices dissipated. Was she saved, or just taken by a scavenger to be dealt with later, things still looked very glum.
After a half an hour though, she heard someone else approach.
"I can't believe he pulled it off" said the person's voice, "he stole a dragon from right under their noses." Grace squinted as light shone threw the cover that was over her. Blinking a few times, she saw a young man standing beside her pulling off the green grass blanket that covered her. "For a person who can't use magic, he's better than any wizard I have ever seen." The young man, who looked like he was around twenty, looked at Grace saying, "now, you have the Escapist to thank for saving you. But I helped... sort of, so I'm going to let you go now. Just... don't eat me alright."
The man took out a knife and began cutting the net off, and just as he cut the last line he quickly ran behind a tree, fearing the worse.
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