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"Stay BACK!"
Black smoke began to pour from Draconis and engulf everything around the two of them. He turned towards Enzeru, bearing his face for the first time, a contorted caricatured mask of something that was once human but had been altered by untold pain and hatred. Set staring at Enzeru were Draconis's glowing red eyes, blood colored smoke pouring from them.
"You dare to ask for MY HELP? I help NO ONE."
Draconis's voice ripped through the air, sounding more like thunder than a voice to the party at the base of Mount Sendo. Enzeru felt unquenchable fear as he saw Draconis lift from the ground and hover about a foot from the floor of the ampitheater.
"You have NO RIGHT TO DISTURB ME."
The ground tore asunder below Draconis and iron chains rose from the magma. They wrapped around the body of a man that was forming from the black smoke. He was badly beaten, bleeding rather badly, and wore a blacksmith's apron.
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STEVE MCKENNA!
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