Her search for her father had sadly not provided any answers and even now she didn’t know of his fate. Was he still alive or had he been killed by those who wished her and her family harm? The not knowing was the worst part and so she was stuck in limbo, unable to grieve properly and move onwards. All she could do was live day by day and at least try to do some good, even if she felt anything but inside. She was still a member of Sabertooth after all and the promises that she’d made when she’d been accepted were just as important to her now as they’d been made when she’d made them. Her father would want that and her pride would never allow her to go back on her word.
Which was what had led her to where she was now, standing in a tent, preparing herself to battle the forces of Pergrande. A country that she had little love for due to their horrible treatment of mages and whose offer she’d swiftly turned down when they tried to coerce her into aiding them. The thought of fighting for a nation who despised her kind made her feel physically sick and the brunette hybrid slayer had turned them down without a second thought. The recruiter had become rather hostile after that, so much so that Brianna had ended up having to give him a dose of reality or in her case, a swift punch that had knocked the fool on his ass. The people of Bellum had been far more hospitable towards her and the brunette had willingly joined their side instead, appreciating the welcome. Apparently, there was quite a force on its way and the dragon slayer was more than happy to do her part and take a few of the Pergrande scumbags out.
Walking across to where her blades were resting, Brianna would swiftly attach them to her hips, Ventum Arctica on her left and Dwarf Basher on her right. They would surely both be needed and the slayer had done some extensive training when it came to dual wielding. Two blades of ice, to add to her already broad collection of slayer elements that she was still becoming accustomed too. It had only been recently that she’d managed to acquire her second lacrima and the limits of it were still rather unknown to her. The name of it was ominous enough and she was certain that she could start to feel the elation for combat that the dragon must have experienced when fighting. Her pulse was already starting to quicken just by the thought of battle and as she briefly closed her eyes, she could’ve sworn that she could see the War Dragon himself in her mind's eye. Yet, his lust of battle was kept in check by her Antique Dragon, the source of her first magic. Together, they seemed to be in harmony inside her, which she was definitely thankful for.
“Brianna!” A voice suddenly yelled from behind her, “The Pergrande forces have reached us!”
Turning, the hybrid slayer found herself face to face with a rather young looking guard. He was clearly nervous but there was a fire in his eyes, one that would no doubt be in hers too.
“Then let’s give those fuckers something to worry about!” she replied, following him out of the tent.
As she walked towards the large gate, her form would become covered in copper coloured dragon scales, while her hands would turn to claws and a pair of horns would appear atop her head. Inside, the brunette could feel the souls of the two dragons whose powers she’d inherited burst to life. The time had come to put the Pergrande bastards in their place and the moment that the attackers came into view, the teenager would take off and dart towards them while the soldiers of Bellum followed close behind. The battle had begun.
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