The Were-Dragon

Things rolled into action sooner than she thought. Bullets whizzed by the  two of them and she could hear more agents on their way. Shit. There was a lot of shit the Fates would put up with. They could care less about most of the trouble she caused, but this? If these agents didn’t kill her, The Fates would.

"It’s-" Mira stopped. Where Draken was a moment ago a massive dragon now filled the space. How in the hell did she miss that…? Eh, at least Were-Dragon made sense now. She could worry about her lack of attention later. For now there was the pressing matter of the bullets being loading in to her. It took a few well placed shots for Mira to be halted by guns but these ‘agents’ were good. The demigoddess stumbled back, this was more than enough. 

Mira pushed back, standing next to Draken as his voice filtered into her head. She grumbled. “Yeah well we’re gonna need a change of location if that’s gonna happen. I’ll be killed a million times over if I let this continue here. She dropped her gaze, letting guard down for a moment as she gathered her power. The action might not help her and Draken much, but it would get the mortals out of the way. 

"Passports out, boys." She muttered as she teleported them out of the city and in to a clear land, free of mortal life. Now, now it was time to fight. Mira pulled out her dagger, which was now glowing red with energy. There was an unfortunately large amount of agents that had been transported along with them, but such a thing could not have been avoided. 

One of the "disguised" agents leveled his pistol at the demi-goddess as her gaze dropped. With a squeeze of his finger he fired a shot. There was an audible thud and a ping as the bullet...ricocheted off of Draken's scaly hide. The Were-Dragon had leaped down to block the alleyway that Mira was still standing in, taking the bullet in the process. He raised his head and roared at the two agents, who stood unfazed by the deafening sound. Draken felt that something was about to happen...

From further down the street in both directions, soldiers thumped in unison. Whilst still agents, these troops took on the appearance of military soldiers. All in all there were about sixty men, thirty from each direction, coming at the two supernatural beings. They all toted automatic weapons, some even carried explosives. They had come prepared to deal with MIra; what they had not counted on was Draken...or the teleportation. The Were-Dragon had come into view, but the demi-goddess was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, causing some of the soldiers in the back to raise their hands to shield their eyes. When they could see clearly again they would notice that their comrades in front had disappeared!

Out in the clearing Draken needed a second to get his bearings. They appeared to be in a field of sorts. He noticed the edge of a forest in the distance, with mountains even further away. Now was not the time for sightseeing, however, as they were surrounded by foes. About twenty men, twenty two counting the two previous agents, had been transported with them. For the moment they were disoriented, but that would not last long. Mira had already capitalized on their confusion and was tearing into her foes. Draken decided that he should do the same.

With another roar that would be sure to shake anyone of fragile will, the red and black dragon unleashed a gout of flame upon the first lot of men in front of him. Skin, clothing, and weaponry alike burned, filling the air with a mixture of charcoaled smells and screams. The agents were oriented now for sure, and their weapons were soon let loose upon the two mythical warriors.

"You see, this is why I hate mortals and your stupid technology! A few thousand years ago, this would be impossible! And you people, you all believe something just because you see it on a screen! Do you know how utterly pathetic that is!? I swear I just-" 

BANG

Shit. Shit shit shit shit MOVE! Mira’s thoughts ran a half second faster than the bullet and she jumped up, trying to avoid the shot to her head. The rubber bullet lodged itself in her shoulder instead, but that was better than her forehead. There was pain running down through her arm, but it was manageable; nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. The pain didn’t upset her, the audacity of the shooter however… The demigoddess hissed, her head whipping around in search of the shooter. Did these idiots seriously think they could go against her!? Go against the child of the Fates!? 

Mira rose to her full height, carelessly wiping the blood from her shoulder. Her image wavered and puckered as she dropped her Glamour. These fools had just made this war and she only fought as herself. In her true form, Mira stood at a full six feet, her body draped in a pale purple toga. A gold belt was tied around her waist, holding up an arsenal of blades and short weapons. Her flame red hair was tied up around her head in an intricate bun, staying out of her face for convenience and to show off her battle scars. The demigoddess was downright covered and, while most of them did not have some heroic story behind them, no one else knew that. 

She stepped before Draken, grumbling as she glared at the agents in the street. “We can’t teleport now.” She muttered to him. “Too many loose pieces. Get ready for a fight.” She raised her voice.

Draken was throughly impressed. The goddesses's reaction speed was greater than his own. He had heard the shot and had hardly had time to twitch, but she had straight up jumped to lower the impact point of the bullet. He was concerned for her well being for a second, but it quickly became apparent that she was more than fine. In fact, she was pissed off. A smirk snuck its way onto his face; he had an enraged goddess on his side. The smirk grew into a grin as she revealed her true form. Now she was as tall as him, but boy was she decked out. These agents had no idea how fucked they were, if they were smart they would be running for the hills...

Why were they leveling their guns at him?

The two agents before the pair of supernatural creatures had hardly blinked at Mira's transformation. One of them had spoke calmly into his radio, informing whatever chain of command they followed that the target had assumed her true form. Aside from that, they had not budged. One of them began to speak aloud. "The countdown won't be necessary, Mira." he addressed her by name. He shifted his eyes towards Draken. "I assume you are familiar with these?" He stated, tilting his strange looking gun to indicate he was talking about it. All Draken did was give a small nod. Those guns were specifically for dealing with draconic beings, they carried shells that exploded on contact, effectively injecting the target with Dragon's Blood, a kind of poison to dragons. It could knock a full grown dragon out, and at larger doses it was even fatal...

The agent continued. "In about five minutes you two will be completely surrounded. We have three full battalions inbound, and I can guarantee you that you wont make it out unless you come quietly. You have been a fool, Were-Dragon. We originally intended to only capture the Demi-Goddess, but you will be an excellent bonus."

Draken's eyes narrowed. Time for the trump card. "Thats nice Mr Agent guy, but how about this instead. You let us teleport outta here peacefully, and I wont turn into a huge rampaging dragon that you will have to cover up. Sound good?" He said with a smirk. "Plus there is my holy pissed off friend here. I don't think you know what you are dealing with."

The agents actually smiled, smiles that wiped Draken's off of his face. He immediately felt nervous. "My dear Were-Dragon." One of the two spoke out.

"We always know what we are dealing with; and we will cover up anything." 

Draken barely had time to duck behind a nearby dumpster before the agents pulled the triggers on their guns. The bullets whizzed by Mira and collided with a building on the far side of the street. The two agents immediately began backing off, each pulling out a second pistol respectively. These new pistols looked like regular guns, and this fact was proven when they were fired at Mira. 

"Alright FUCK this." Draken yelled. "Go nuts ma'am." He shouted at Mira. "God knows i'm about to." He muttered as his eyes changed. With a burst of speed Draken dashed out of opposite end of the alley. He quickly whipped his head left and right. He couldn't see anything yet, but there was a distinct sound coming from far off down the street. It sounded like marching. Turning around, Draken looked back into the alleyway. "Time to show off my tricks." He exclaimed. Then he jumped straight up. There was a flash as flames enveloped his body and propelled him upwards. The flames grew and expanded, taking on a larger shape. With an audible boom Draken landed atop the buildings that made up the alleyway, effectively straddling it. Black scales with a red tint over rippling muscles shone in the light. His body from snout to to tail was nearly eighteen feet. Red eyes glared down at the two agents. Giant bat-like wings stretched out, making him look even larger. The dragon reared back and then lunged his head forwards, letting loose a terrifying roar. 

There was a brief pause and the sounds of something large moving caused Draken to tense up slightly. Now he was a little nervous; this was his first time meeting a dragon. When the head came out, Draken's mouth dropped slightly and his eyes grew wide. "Hoooly shit." he whispered to himself. Then the dragon spoke and Draken merely watched.

Mira stopped, leaning up against the wall with a smirk. “I know you people have abandoned in your faith but if this group knows who we are then they should know not to even raise a finger against us.” She rambled on as she pooled up her energy so she could teleport them away. 

Out on the streets, every from of televised media suddenly lit up with an alert. T.V's in stores and homes, people's phones, any electronic billboards, all of them showed either a written message or played a recording. "Attention citizens. This is not a drill. Two highly dangerous wanted criminals are roaming the streets at the moment. Please clear the streets immediately. Shots are about to fired. Repeat, this is not a drill..." At first the message was met with skepticism, but as more people noticed that it was happening all around them they began to be agitated. People began to move at a hurried pace, yet even then some refused to believe the message. 

Atop a building adjacent to where Draken and Mira were still standing, a long muzzle poked out over the edge of the roof. Through the sights, the intriguingly colored head of Mira could be seen. The sniper himself was well obscured. A totally black, military-esque outfit, complete with a helmet not at all unlike a splinter cell agent's served to hide the man's identity. He gazed down the scope, waiting. There was a crackling in his ear. "Targets appear to be attempting to teleport. Take the shot." His finger slowly eased the trigger inward, until...

BANG

A rubber bullet was ejected from the gun's chamber, traveling straight for Mira's head! It was not the intention of the Foundation to kill Mira, oh no; but they couldn't have her simply teleport the two away. The intention of the shot was to at least disrupt the teleportation process, at best to knock the goddess unconscious. Based on the intel, the sniper doubted that the latter would happen even if the shot connected squarely. 

Back in the ally, Draken looked left and right several times. "So much for subtlety, I have never seen them do this before."

BANG

Draken heard the shot being fired. So did the rest of the people in the streets. There was no silencer involved, the shot rang loud and clear. If there were any dissenters before they were gone now. People began to scream and run in all directions. From the direction that the tow had originally come from, the two agents stepped out of the crowd, drawing strange looking black pistols, with what appeared to be spikes along the barrel. The two aimed straight at Draken, ignoring Mira.

All of this happened pretty much simultaneously.

Shit

"Ah...alright. Teleporting. Awesome, sounds good." He muttered, still scanning as much of the surrounding area as he could. Where are the agents? Why haven't they made their move yet? He thought to himself. Looking at the girl walking alongside him, he realized he still hadn't asked about her yet. "So, who are you? I guess I should also ask, what are you?"

Meanwhile, several meters behind the pair, two men had joined the throng of people crowding the street. Devoid of their coats and dressed in regular clothing, the two could have been anyone, a regular person. One wore a dark leather jacket, the other a zip up hoody with the hood up. The one in the leather jacket was talking into his cellphone. "We believe we have successfully fallen under the target's radar. Commence the operation in three minutes. They will be in position soon."

Things had gone simple enough. She could pace around the city without a second glace from people and everyone in the big cities seemed to be wrapped up in their own little worlds. She didn’t have to concentrate on hiding her true form or aura as much as she would normally have to. Mira was just starting to really calm down again when a hand met her shoulder and some hu- no… not a human… some.. something started spitting out some story about someone following her. 

Draken allowed himself to be pulled to the side, in fact it was an action that he supported in this situation. Despite the amount of people walking by the two, he doubted that anyone would be paying attention. He could tell that the girl was irritated, but he couldn't blame her. He had no doubt that he would be responding in a similar fashion if he were in her shoes; however he needed to get her someplace safe, or safer than the street with the two agents right down it. With an exasperated sigh, Draken looked the woman dead in the eyes. "My name is Draken, but call me Drake. I am a Were-Dragon, look see?" He muttered as his eyes flickered to red and slit pupil before returning to their green hue. "You probably don't know what that means, and I hope I don't have to show you...well here anyway. Look, the Supernatural Research and Restriction Foundation is on YOUR tail. Mine too actually, but I have done a pretty good job of evading them until...now actually." He explained, looking back down the street for the agents....who had disappeared. His eyes widened as he felt the panic adrenaline pump through his body. 

From atop the distant building, the Agent's frown contorted into a grimace of rage. "No." He started speaking aloud to no one but himself. "No, no, no, don't you fucking...don't you dare. No. NO GODDAMNIT!" He shouted as he watched Draken and Karma suddenly disappear with some distorted effect. All but mashing his finger into his ear, the Agent hissed into his radio. "Targets have Split, I need all nearby units to sweep the area around this place. I'm..." He paused before his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I am returning to base." He announced with a sigh. We really need to figure out a way to track that.

Draken was adrift in his mind, floating in an abyss of darkness. A woman's voice sounded out around him, echoing in the chambers of his mind. She sounded upset, but he could not make out her words. Something was closing in around him. It felt like tentacles were seeping into his body, paralyzing him. Panic began to overtake him as the tendrils came closer and closer to his heart. Then suddenly there was a sharp, cold feeling coursing through his blood. The encroaching vines vanished and he felt himself returning to the light. 

The blurs that made up his surroundings changed, began to become sharper. Something cool was blowing against his face....the wind? Then the ground was hurtling towards him. Was he still holding that girl? Was there still time to let go? No...but there was time to turn.

Draken was still kneeling down, clutching his shoulder when he heard Karma begin to lose it. Apparently consuming that guy's soul had set her off and she was rapidly becoming unstable. Draken backed off slightly, maintaining a grip on his wound. It burned like he couldn't believe, but there was a more pressing matter at hand. Karma was completely trashing the diner and making quite a bit of noise while she did it. Draken's mind was racing, what should he do? His new friend had taken on quite the ferocious appearance, and even the Were-Dragon was a little intimidated by her rage. Nonetheless, he had to do something or there would be quite a bit of attention drawn to them. 

Panic began to set in as no immediate solution became apparent. The diner was almost completely ruined and Karma showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. What should I do what should I do what should I...

Draken intended to join the fight, bull rush the last man standing and take him down alongside Karma. However, the last man had plans of his own. His hand had flown to his ear, presumably where an earpiece rested. He was mumbling, but the enhanced senses that both he and Karma possessed would likely pick up the stranger's words. 

"Target located, but he has a Reaper with him and she appears to on his side. Rick is KIA. Target was hit in the shoulder. Retreating now."

With those words the man reached into his coat and pulled out what appeared to be a small black cube. With a swift motion he crushed the cube in his hand, balling it up into a fist. From between his fingers a light began to shine. Then with one rapid motion the coated man held his palm outward and open towards Karma. The light grew to an incredible intensity, and Draken had to shield his eyes. When the light subsided, the man was gone. Draken blinked, spots still dotting his line of sight. 

It was at that moment that Karma cut herself off. Draken's fears had been realized, the two men in coats had stood up from their table and had made their way towards the two supernatural beings. They walked with determination and Draken could feel their eyes burning into his head. He sighed. Things were likely to get messy very fast. Luckily they were approaching from behind his new friend, giving him an idea. 

"Say Karma, this meal is nice and all, but I think perhaps we should get going. I hope you have cash." He stated, standing up from the table. Not a moment after he stood up, one of the men reached into his coat and pulled out an odd looking pistol. It was completely black, with an ornate design along the barrel and grip. It appeared to have short swept spikes lining the top of the barrel. He pointed this weapon at Draken's chest and fired.