Victimlessness

Tiffania's feet quietly shuffle away from the entrance to the cellar, gripping her weapons tightly as it opens and two men descend. One of them is an older man with a pot-belly and a large beard, they wore a strange small hat and seem to have picked up the cleaver from upstairs.

The other was a younger boy, around maybe twenty years old. He had blonde hair, ragged-looking stubble, and a relatively fit physique... Obviously, both immediately noticed her once they climbed down, one of them using a candle to light a nearby torch that illuminates her face.

"I-it's the elf!" the older man's eyes widen, raising his cleaver with hostility.

Tiffania raises both her wand and sword in response, but her fearful expression makes her look less than ready to fight... "S-stay back! Or I'll hurt you!"

The older man laughs, "Ahahahaha! You hear that, boy? Says she'll hurt us!"

"W-won't she use her magic on us? Like the old man up there?" he asks, clearly not enthusiastic over finding an elf.

The old man shakes his head, "Look, she's using a sword. Means she's run outta whatever hocus-pocus she uses... Say, if we cut her ears off, won't she look like a fine lay?" he says, giving a grin that makes Tiffania want to throw up...

"I can still use magic! Stay back!" she threatens with prodding her blade in their direction... Though, the strain on her arm from just holding it was exhausting enough.

The man chuckles and slaps the younger man on the back towards her, "You're still fresh aren't you boy? You have the first go then, ah, remember to cut those ears off first. Might be able to keep her to ourselves if we're lucky-" he starts but pauses as the younger man stumbles towards Tiffania, half wanting to attack and half not.

"Just stay still and I won't hurt you-" the younger man says but is cut off by Tiffania as she lets out a scream/battlecry.

*Puchi!*

Tiffania thrusts the blade forwards without much skill but somehow manages to drive it through the stomach of the unguarded youth. He gives a shout of pain as he falls backwards while the older man gasps in surprise at his injured friend.

Tiffania, shocked, leaves the blade in the stomach of the youth as he falls backwards, her breathing erratic as she tries to calm herself down after what she'd just done.

The older man scowls at the elf however, knowing that she'd just given up her weapon. "I'll make you fuckin' regret that, Elf scum! You'll be my fuckin' whore until I die of old age, then my fuckin' kids will use you!" he shouts, approaching her with his cleaver ready.

Tiffania shakes her head, raising her wand towards the man with tearful eyes, "I WON'T BE A VICTIM ANYMORE! ERASE!" she screams, causing a blinding light to envelop the cellar.

Once it fades, the pot-bellied man is revealed to be standing there with a dull expression. Eventually falling backwards and crashing into a nearby barrel of alcohol. Unbeknownst to Tiffania, her spell had been powerful enough to not only erase his mind of all memories, but also to remove all of his body's unconscious functions, literally making the man forget how to breathe, pump his heart, digest food... All of his body's functions had been deleted, leaving him a decomposing husk.

Tiffania takes a moment to calm herself before looking up at the cellar exit with determination, she steps over the bleeding youth while extracting the sword Michael had gifted her from his stomach, climbing out and exiting the bar to see if she could find him.

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Michael lands outside the bar and frowns when he notices the open door, "Someone's been here." he mutters, quickly entering and climbing into the cellar, only to find two corpses instead of Tiffania... "Fuck." he spits, instantly backtracking and running onto the street, looking around for any indication of where she was.

Rampaging dragon? No.

Fleeing civilians? No.

A single dragon knight firing spells at a random street? Well jinkies Batman, we've got a match!

He pounces towards the area and easily spots the cloaked Tiffania hiding behind a crate while occasionally trying to fire levitated objects at the enemy... It wasn't an effective strategy, but none of her other spells was even close to being in range. Her Erase spell required her to be quite close, and the same could be said for her newly acquired Combustion spell.

"Yo." he greets while landing behind her and turning visible again, causing the girl to release a squeak and jolt as she turns towards him.

"M-Michael! Those dragons! They're burning the town!" she exclaims, her tone demanding an answer as to how the situation devolved so far.

He scratches the back of his head, "Ah, right. That... Well, let's just say the dragons don't react well if you kill their riders." he states, causing the elf to puff her cheeks.

"I thought we weren't going to burn the town." she mutters, but before he's able to reply a large stone projectile crashes into the crate they were hiding behind, causing shrapnel to explode everywhere.

The duo was safe from it in their current position, barely. But they had to get moving before another one was fired in their direction.

"Wait here, I'll deal with that guy." he says, not hearing her response as he pounces a couple times to reach the rooftops, pouncing again to get into range for a Blink Strike.

*Clank! Shrrrrr!*

His blade skittering off of the back of the knight's armour as he stands, knowing that Michael was about to appear. Michael strikes again as the man tries to block it with his bracer, this doesn't work out too well though, as he isn't strong enough to block the attack with a single arm.

The sword doesn't cut through his arm, but it forces the man to punch himself in the face, knocking him from the back of his dragon and sending him plummeting to his doom below. "And another berserk dragon." Michael mutters as yet another mad beast begins roaring.