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The streets were unusually quiet as they walked, seeing the buildings all around. The huge building in the center stood out and was hard to ignore, but something even harder to ignore was the quiet of the streets. Joe looked all around, seeing people silhouetted in the building windows, staring down at this strange man, walking confidently through the streets.

"I really don't like this place," Allastor mumbled. Joseph grunted in response. They walked and walked, into a thicker area of town. People watched from the alleys, and devilishly thin people watched from the sides. Somewhere, a baby cried out, and dirty children wearing scraps kicked a makeshift ball through the streets, but their playing ceased as soon as the three outsiders came close, stopping to watch them pass.

An engine sounded in the distance, growling as it grew closer.

"Wait up," Joseph said, motioning for them to follow him into the alley. From there, they watched an extremely old, beat-up blue truck rumble down the road, two people in the cab and five in the bed. All of them were armed with old military weapons. They watched as the car's brakes screeched to a halt in front of an old dilapidated building. They then, in a hurried fashion, leaped out of the truck, brandishing their weapons and stormed into the building.

"What are they doing?" Joseph asked in fear.

"Searching," Joseph said, his military instincts recognizing their movements. As if the universe giving a sign of "you're right!" the scream of a woman filled the air, and soon enough, a baby cried out. A minute later, the soldiers dragged a red draconian man by his collar, out into the street, in front of the car. The man was sweating, his eyes glazed over in shock and terror, his hands upon his head, shaking madly as his mouth moved in desperate prayer, his sweat running down his face. Two of the soldiers stayed, their guns pointed towards the man as the rest ran back inside the building, the man's wife still shouting in fear and the child's cries accompanying it.

Soon enough, the leader of the group came back out, a broad-chested naga man wearing a pair of John Lennon sunglasses and a leather jacket. He held in his hands, a small object, which he tossed in front of the kneeling dragon man.

"Is this yours?!" he bellowed, pointing towards it. The dragon man dared not move a muscle. The object was a gun, a single-action pistol, by the looks of it.

"I know where this is heading," Joseph mumbled quietly as he watched the naga grab the dragon by the mane, shaking him. He yelped, nodding vigorously soon enough.

"Why do you have this?" The Naga hissed, as he pointed towards the weapon. The dragon man mumbled something.

"What, citizen, you don't TRUST us to keep you safe?!" The dragon dared not move, the wailing of his wife and child the only sound in the air, as others looked and watched. The naga then kicked the dragon man in the side, sending him sprawling over. "ANSWER ME!!!" he bellowed. The dragon shook his head. "Well then," The naga in the John Lennon sunglasses said, stepping back, "Let's make you a little bit safer, shall we?" The Naga then picked up the dragon man, and threw him against a wall. "Assemble!!!" he hollered in a semi-military fashion, the soldiers lined up in front of the dragon man on the wall.

"I know where this is going," Joe reiterated once more.

"Prepare!!!" he hollered. They raised their guns.

"Oh my god," Allastor said.

They were watching an execution.

"FIRE!!!"

Allstor was frozen as he heard the collective clap of the rifles, and he watched as the dragon leaned back against the wall, before crumpling into a heap of orange-blood covered scales, the orangish-red dragon blood spattered behind him on the wall, his body laying motionless there.

"Now, comrades and fellow citizens, he is safe. You cannot harm a dead man!"

The man's wife screamed, dashing out, crying in horror- running straight at the soldiers, as well. They re-aimed their rifles, and with another roar of gunfire, she seemed to trip over herself, lying a few feet away from her husband's corpse, motionless, their child still crying inside.

"Oh my god," Allastor said again. "They… They just… killed…"

"Indeed," They then heard a voice hiss. Joe wheeled around, and he looked up to see a red dragon standing there, the yellow scutes of his chest at Joe's neck, the tall fellow looking down on the three. He wore a cap upon his head, and he brought up his hands, balling them into fists, letting them crack menacingly.

Before Joe knew it, he was kicked into the street by this dragon. He looked up to see the soldiers, and the naga, looking back up at him.

"well, well well," The Naga said as he held the deceased dragon man's handgun, placing it inside his coat. "Looks like we got a few… strangers, here."

"I found them in the alley," The dragon said, his hand on the grip of a very large revolver, the holster nearly taking up his entire thigh.

The Naga slithered up to Joe, sizing him down behind his glasses, looking at the man. "What a nice little… surprise, we have here," He said, just as the soldiers walked around, forming a big ring around them. "Ain't that right, 'old man'!"

"Look," Joe said, "If you're gonna be hurting anybody today, it's me, not them," He said, motioning to the two behind him.

"Excellent…" The naga hissed, tapping his fingers together. "Because you looked like the right challenge!" Suddenly, the naga's coat was unzipped as he whipped around, jaws wide. Joseph simply leapt forward, drilling his fist into the naga man's stomach, who gagged and, despite being quite massive, seemed to crumple a bit.

"I don't mind hitting first, by the way," Joe whispered into the naga's ear hole as he took his hand out from the naga's belly, and then fist-hammered the naga right in the kidneys, sending the snake man sprawling on the ground. Joe took his boot, nailing him right in the side, and the naga howled in pain and flipped over. Joe quickly leapt atop him, grabbing him by the throat and, just as the naga began to regain his bearings, punched him square in the temple, before reaching to the naga's coat pocket and pulling the dead dragon's pistol from it, jamming it under his chin, the hammer clicking back. "And I've been through too much shit to have to put up with yours, you pathetic, childlike bully," Joseph whispered into the blubbering naga's ear. "So know this, 'sonny'- You are NOT invincible, and one day, you WILL be cut down by the repercussions of your misdeeds. Do you hear me?" He growled, shaking him by the collar, as the naga slowly nodded.

"Hey!" He suddenly heard. He looked up to see the large red dragon, his .500 revolver to the side of Allastor's head.

Joe slowly released the naga's collar, before, not daring to break eye contact; he decocked and dropped the pistol onto the naga's chest and slowly got up and stood before the dragon. Not to mention, the weapons of all the others were trailed on him as well.

"I'm warning you," Joe growled bestially, "You pull that trigger, and I would have no reason not to tear you into fucking pieces where you stand. You hear me?"

"I'd like to see a weak little soft pinkhide like you even try," The red dragon snarled.

"Hey!" they heard again. Joe turned around slowly to see the man in the truck, holding a radio receiver. "Boss says to put your guns down, don't shoot anybody."

"What?"

"He's watching from the Citadel right now," He continued, "And He wants to see him, that guy." The truck driver pointed at Joe, and Allastor gasped. Slowly, they lowered their weapons.

"Looks like we're off to see the wizard," Joseph grumbled quietly as two guards poked their guns into his back and put him, Allastor and Laris onto the truck.

Description
The streets were unusually quiet as they walked, seeing the buildings all around. The huge building in the center stood out and was hard to ignore, but something even harder to ignore was the quiet of the streets. Joe looked all around, seeing people silhouetted in the building windows, staring down at this strange man, walking confidently through the streets.

"I really don't like this place," Allastor mumbled. Joseph grunted in response. They walked and walked, into a thicker area of town. People watched from the alleys, and devilishly thin people watched from the sides. Somewhere, a baby cried out, and dirty children wearing scraps kicked a makeshift ball through the streets, but their playing ceased as soon as the three outsiders came close, stopping to watch them pass.

An engine sounded in the distance, growling as it grew closer.

"Wait up," Joseph said, motioning for them to follow him into the alley. From there, they watched an extremely old, beat-up blue truck rumble down the road, two people in the cab and five in the bed. All of them were armed with old military weapons. They watched as the car's brakes screeched to a halt in front of an old dilapidated building. They then, in a hurried fashion, leaped out of the truck, brandishing their weapons and stormed into the building.

"What are they doing?" Joseph asked in fear.

"Searching," Joseph said, his military instincts recognizing their movements. As if the universe giving a sign of "you're right!" the scream of a woman filled the air, and soon enough, a baby cried out. A minute later, the soldiers dragged a red draconian man by his collar, out into the street, in front of the car. The man was sweating, his eyes glazed over in shock and terror, his hands upon his head, shaking madly as his mouth moved in desperate prayer, his sweat running down his face. Two of the soldiers stayed, their guns pointed towards the man as the rest ran back inside the building, the man's wife still shouting in fear and the child's cries accompanying it.

Soon enough, the leader of the group came back out, a broad-chested naga man wearing a pair of John Lennon sunglasses and a leather jacket. He held in his hands, a small object, which he tossed in front of the kneeling dragon man.

"Is this yours?!" he bellowed, pointing towards it. The dragon man dared not move a muscle. The object was a gun, a single-action pistol, by the looks of it.

"I know where this is heading," Joseph mumbled quietly as he watched the naga grab the dragon by the mane, shaking him. He yelped, nodding vigorously soon enough.

"Why do you have this?" The Naga hissed, as he pointed towards the weapon. The dragon man mumbled something.

"What, citizen, you don't TRUST us to keep you safe?!" The dragon dared not move, the wailing of his wife and child the only sound in the air, as others looked and watched. The naga then kicked the dragon man in the side, sending him sprawling over. "ANSWER ME!!!" he bellowed. The dragon shook his head. "Well then," The naga in the John Lennon sunglasses said, stepping back, "Let's make you a little bit safer, shall we?" The Naga then picked up the dragon man, and threw him against a wall. "Assemble!!!" he hollered in a semi-military fashion, the soldiers lined up in front of the dragon man on the wall.

"I know where this is going," Joe reiterated once more.

"Prepare!!!" he hollered. They raised their guns.

"Oh my god," Allastor said.

They were watching an execution.

"FIRE!!!"

Allstor was frozen as he heard the collective clap of the rifles, and he watched as the dragon leaned back against the wall, before crumpling into a heap of orange-blood covered scales, the orangish-red dragon blood spattered behind him on the wall, his body laying motionless there.

"Now, comrades and fellow citizens, he is safe. You cannot harm a dead man!"

The man's wife screamed, dashing out, crying in horror- running straight at the soldiers, as well. They re-aimed their rifles, and with another roar of gunfire, she seemed to trip over herself, lying a few feet away from her husband's corpse, motionless, their child still crying inside.

"Oh my god," Allastor said again. "They… They just… killed…"

"Indeed," They then heard a voice hiss. Joe wheeled around, and he looked up to see a red dragon standing there, the yellow scutes of his chest at Joe's neck, the tall fellow looking down on the three. He wore a cap upon his head, and he brought up his hands, balling them into fists, letting them crack menacingly.

Before Joe knew it, he was kicked into the street by this dragon. He looked up to see the soldiers, and the naga, looking back up at him.

"well, well well," The Naga said as he held the deceased dragon man's handgun, placing it inside his coat. "Looks like we got a few… strangers, here."

"I found them in the alley," The dragon said, his hand on the grip of a very large revolver, the holster nearly taking up his entire thigh.

The Naga slithered up to Joe, sizing him down behind his glasses, looking at the man. "What a nice little… surprise, we have here," He said, just as the soldiers walked around, forming a big ring around them. "Ain't that right, 'old man'!"

"Look," Joe said, "If you're gonna be hurting anybody today, it's me, not them," He said, motioning to the two behind him.

"Excellent…" The naga hissed, tapping his fingers together. "Because you looked like the right challenge!" Suddenly, the naga's coat was unzipped as he whipped around, jaws wide. Joseph simply leapt forward, drilling his fist into the naga man's stomach, who gagged and, despite being quite massive, seemed to crumple a bit.

"I don't mind hitting first, by the way," Joe whispered into the naga's ear hole as he took his hand out from the naga's belly, and then fist-hammered the naga right in the kidneys, sending the snake man sprawling on the ground. Joe took his boot, nailing him right in the side, and the naga howled in pain and flipped over. Joe quickly leapt atop him, grabbing him by the throat and, just as the naga began to regain his bearings, punched him square in the temple, before reaching to the naga's coat pocket and pulling the dead dragon's pistol from it, jamming it under his chin, the hammer clicking back. "And I've been through too much shit to have to put up with yours, you pathetic, childlike bully," Joseph whispered into the blubbering naga's ear. "So know this, 'sonny'- You are NOT invincible, and one day, you WILL be cut down by the repercussions of your misdeeds. Do you hear me?" He growled, shaking him by the collar, as the naga slowly nodded.

"Hey!" He suddenly heard. He looked up to see the large red dragon, his .500 revolver to the side of Allastor's head.

Joe slowly released the naga's collar, before, not daring to break eye contact; he decocked and dropped the pistol onto the naga's chest and slowly got up and stood before the dragon. Not to mention, the weapons of all the others were trailed on him as well.

"I'm warning you," Joe growled bestially, "You pull that trigger, and I would have no reason not to tear you into fucking pieces where you stand. You hear me?"

"I'd like to see a weak little soft pinkhide like you even try," The red dragon snarled.

"Hey!" they heard again. Joe turned around slowly to see the man in the truck, holding a radio receiver. "Boss says to put your guns down, don't shoot anybody."

"What?"

"He's watching from the Citadel right now," He continued, "And He wants to see him, that guy." The truck driver pointed at Joe, and Allastor gasped. Slowly, they lowered their weapons.

"Looks like we're off to see the wizard," Joseph grumbled quietly as two guards poked their guns into his back and put him, Allastor and Laris onto the truck.