Luna felt horrible at what she had done, she was unaware the dragon had an alternate form. However she was acting out of pure focus on the target. She was trying to contain the target, and subdue if necessary. However the other Wizard seemed more content with subduing the target by force. However as the Ghost Rider hit the ground, the red flame aura dissipated as his suit was fried. Luna noticed a drastic drop in the life force of the target, greater than what the lightning attack should've done. Only sound that came from the man were coughing and groaning.
Luna approached the limp body, she knew he was very well still alive. Luna noted the threat her companion made, however she found it redundant given the condition. "No point in threatening. I have a theory." Luna folded in her thumb and extended the fingers of her right hand as a blade of white energy formed. With a carefully aimed cut, Luna cut the skull helmet and the getup of the man, which split open without cutting the man. Underneath the facade was a bald, pale man with bloodshot eyes yet the veins looked orange, his skin had black patches and parts of his skin appeared to be loose and baggy, as if it was about to slide off. It was almost as if he was halfway to a zombie.
Luna instantly recognized the condition he was suffering, and she could sense the embers dying within the life force. Without realizing it until now, Luna realized the wizards had dealt this man the final blow. "Oh dear Shirain, I'm so sorry. You have Shadecombe's Syndrome, don't you?" The man slowly nodded his head, his voice without the helmet was raspy as he let out his last testament. "I'm Dean Chord, I used to work for Clarke, the only one that worked for Clarke. We had a successful business for three years because I was out there closing the deals, so he could do the number thing. He's a joke of a salesman. We had each others back. However Four months ago, I was diagnosed with Shadecombes, third stage. I had five months to live."
Luna knelled down, she knew there was nothing she could do but watch as the man was trying to find some form of peace. "Highly lethal, it's a disease that is accelerated by magic. Only treatment is a special plant out in Seven." The man tried to tense his fists but his body was not responding, at best he managed to twitch his fingers.
"Yeah, he just didn't wanna pay up to help me, there was no way I could afford the bill for a wizard, and he didn't want the company health insurance to go up!" The man started coughing out blood, his voice started to go into a whisper. "He axed me, fired me so he could keep on living his luxurious life, but to prevent a law suit he set me up for fraud. I lost everything I owned, left with nothing but a bike and a few months to live."
Things started to make sense as Luna pieced together the man's story then after, starting to feel sympathy for the man. "Couldn't find work that wanted a dead man, so you were left with nothing but a desire for revenge, right? Terrorize what's left of the business, so therefore when you die he wouldn't have a thriving business? The man nodded as a final breathe wheezed out of his body, slowly going limp as he head turned. Luna closed the man's eyes before standing back up. She wiped away a tear shed, she found the man's story sad. "He had maybe
a week or two left, and that got taken away. Three months ago he could've still been saved."
Luna saw two Rune Knights approaching, she informed them of the situation briefly. "This man is dead, he's the Ghost Rider, we were pursuing him for a job. He died by accident, we had no prior knowledge of his identity or condition." The Rune Knights nodded, knowing full well about the Ghost Rider and let the Wizards be as they took the body.
Luna turned to Indra, feeling sick by how the job had gone. "Indra, Tailong... Why is it that right and wrong are never simple. I don't want to hate you're kind, humans I mean, don't worry Tailong I love dragons, even fought alongside one myself. But humans are the worst of all species, damage the environment and are fueled by greed most of the time. Look at what Clarke did to Chord, he didn't want to give up a bit of wealth, if he did he'd still be rich in the long term but he couldn't let go."
Luna sighed and pulled out her ilac, and sent out a few texts and messages. However she started to know what to feel, angry at the client, yet she kept those feelings hidden behind a thick emotional wall. "What really is getting to me is that Clarke axed Chord, they were partners, partner's don't stab the back of the one person they're supposed to help. It is the ultimate form of disrespect. I would never harm someone who has my back, well, intentionally. Sorry about dragging you onto the bike earlier."
Luna put away her iLac as she figured everything was wrapped up. She figured it was time to cash in on the job and be done with the horrid man. She would have refused the job earlier had she known it involved Chord, but it was too late. "We, should possibly go back and confirm with the client. The Ghost Rider will not be a problem for him anymore..."