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"Just say the word Kia and I'll deck what little brains he has out on the ground."Bara said with a smirk and she cracked the kunckles in her hands.

"You're not the boss of me, dammit! I'll sit where I want!" Growled Claw again. He'd tried to make friends- but his attempt had failed, for some reason. This was growing more and more annoying...

Hari looked up at Mickey with a small grin. "I said not to eat it. Chewing is acceptable," the man spoke to her, "The grass' nectar is sweet but the grass itself is bitter."

(Yes I know grass does not produce nectar xD)

"If you want," Hari replied, watching the two with some piqued interest. It seemed that the fairy was focusing only on getting home while Mickey's curiosity was getting her more knowledgeable of the world around herself. The man wasn't quite sure yet if it was going to turn into a fight in the end or if something else was going to happen.

The dark, heavy smell of dragon was only getting stronger and stronger with every dozen yards now. The scent was starting to make Holt's head sort of dizzy... It was really getting clear, and quite distinctive. How did the past generations manage to stand this when they lived up in the mountains? Sure, nobody was stupid enough to go alone anymore, but still! The scent of just one dragon alone was enough to drive anybody mad! How could they have stood the reeking smell of the rotted meat hanging in between their sword-sized teeth (like was depicted in stories)? The boy shut his eyes, and shook his head. It was headed into the forest, and there was no doubt about that.
"You think we should go home?" Spoke Holt's mother, as she padded along side her son now. She didn't want to fall behind anymore, and was starting to grow frail at the thought of getting closer. "I never expected to actually catch the trail of a dragon. Why didn't it take flight? I want to go home"
"No." A sharp voice from the lead responded. "If we send you deeper into the forest, the dragon might be waiting. We'll have no way to know if it gets you or not, and if it does it'll already have the taste for our blood and meat. There's no turning back now; we have to find it and warn the Chief. We have to ready for attack, and even try and take it down ourselves."
Holt was thrilled! No turning back! He was actually going to be involved in something important, something that only a few Hunters did. Hunters like Holt were agile and quick, while the Warriors possesed the real brute strength. It'd take a lot of both and a whole chunk of courage to even be thinking about facing a dragon in a group. Following the trail like this could also very well be walking into Holt's death sentence. He was a young male in-training among a small group of only about six trained males, and his mother.

((Wouldn't tackling him cause her to have to hug him to some extent? It doesn't have to be an embrace, necessarily, just that their bodies touch in a hug-like way.))

"But it can't hurt to try, right?" Mickey responded, and before Larissa could protest further the half demon had already plucked a blade of grass and stuck it in her mouth.

(As I posted she put her arms up ion like a protecting her face boxing way and then pretty much tackled him down with the force of her body on her arms, only her arms touched him))

((Whutevar =.=;
Claw's going to grab onto her anyways. ))

"Hey, watch it!" Claw yelped, tripping backwards as the girl charged him. Her arms had been crossed over her chest, and Claw latched his hands onto them to try and keep himself from tumbling over. But he weighed more then the Japanese school girl, and continued to fall with her wrists still in between his hands.