The Dao of Magic

31 - Hunt

Re-Haan Ra-Lush-Neer Hu-Ungu Le-Fetsun is a proud dragon. Her long name is a testament to her many feats and accomplishments. Gaining the ability to change into a bipedal form before her tenth millennia is a great feat in and of itself. So imagine her wrath when some random lower being, some insignificant mortal ignores and insults her.

The punch to the face did not tick her off. If a being can punch a dragon, more power to them. The blatant disregard he showed her after that was the beginning of her fury. The interruption when she was telling her own glorious name was rude, but the transgressor is only human, so his ignorance is forgivable. He then proceeded to just stand there, ignoring her wind-calling completely. He then wanted to talk to her, so she cut that off as fast as possible. The Root that is spiking with unknown energy fluctuations is a bigger concern

The transparent dome surrounding the massive energy signature withstood anything she threw at it. She was already ticked off at this entire situation, she was taking a ten-year long nap, being woken early by an alarming wave of mana did not put her in a good mood. And then this small pathetic creature just walks through the barrier, puts something in the middle of the circle and vanishes. She tried very hard not to explode and bring ruin to the city beneath her, but she had to fight for it. She even felt a flicker of nature mana in the air, her anger so towering that it overcame her natural air mana disposition for half a second.

She vented her anger by exponentially increasing the power of her attacks, the last one she performed was able to crack the dungeon stone even further. Just as she was about to unleash an attack that contained half of her total might, the rude human was back. And he brought friends.

This instance of distraction was enough for the magic she was holding above her head to explode with wild abandon. This resulted in her smacking against the shield with tremendous force. She felt it, all her bones rattled around and she was dizzy for a moment, but the tower and shield managed to ignore the violent impact without a single bit of movement.

Re-Haan does not know a lot about humans, just enough to intimidate them properly, but she was pretty sure of the fact that humans cannot duplicate. Nor do they have the ability to change the gender or weight of said impossible duplications. There was also one of those animalistic humanoid offshoots from the east in the group, and those two ethnic groups never mix well.

A second later, however, these thoughts were swept away by the fury coursing through her veins. She lost control of the air around her completely, the beast girl now giving off a green glow in her eyes. Now that she thinks about it, she lost it for a moment there, wildly flailing, punching and kicking the smooth barrier stopping her from committing revenge on the inhabitants.

Her memories are a bit fuzzy from that point on, the only thing sticking out in her mind was the happy wave goodbye the human gave her. She completely lost it at that point and spent at least half an hour in a furious frenzy, hammering the shield in all kinds of novel and interesting ways.

She does regret that slip of control now, as she is now entirely empty of mana and her muscles are hurting a lot. Her total state of exhaustion brought back clarity, and Re-Haan is now contemplating her place in the universe and existence in general. The fact that she started to remember bit and pieces of what the human was talking about to the other beings. The voice was extremely muffled, but as an air attuned dragon - one of the most mana sensitive races to begin with - she managed to get the gist of a lot he was talking about. She does not want to admit it to herself, but she is thoroughly shaken by the fact that, at the moment, nothing is going her way, and her seemingly powerlessness in this situation is not helping either.

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I want popcorn. The show in front of me is worthy of some delicious popped kernels, half salt, half sugar, please. Only the thrill of not knowing whether the next piece of popcorn will be sweet or salt can make this situation any more entertaining. The bird is wiping the floor with all my disciples of course.