A black haired fellow was frantically running about in Hell, with two massive dragons fiercely giving chase.
The one running away was no other than the almighty, dragon slayer, Lucas. His clothes were tattered while his hair ruffled, making him look like a begger.
'These two are really into it now, they probably won't stop until I die a couple more times, after all I did just kill one of their children.'
'To think those bullying vagabonds are nothing more than children to the true blood-dragons. Who did I offend to face such a problem now?'
It was over thirty minutes since Lucas painstakingly killed a 'true' blood-dragon.
Earning only a meagre amount of Experience, Lucas had a premonition that something was terribly wrong.
He was about to leave when he heard two angered roars that shook his soul. He immediately attacked, but met with the brute force of a collosial red paw.