Twins on a platter, if you please! (Monty X Zay Zay)

Zartear purred with satisfaction on seeing his victims failure to break free.
As if the dragon may feel like things were looking grim, Zartear wanted to make it hard as possible.
Maybe today he would go for the full lot and a death would be on the menu.
Seeing the chains had successfully clasped around the dragon's neck he held both chains meeting together with plenty of slack dangling from the remainder in his hands.
Now came the considerably harder bit.
Zartear held fast and attempted to wrestle the dragon to the ground, pulling back on a dragon's chains around it's neck was easier than pushing it down and forward.
And if all turned out well the dragon would be rendered on the floor, the back of it's neck on the ground leaving it's juglear vein and throat exposed.

"Curse you dragon!" Zartear hissed, seeing the chains break then re-emerge from the cumbles, to liquid to it's mighty sword form.
He could not lose another second with the other dragon fast approaching, so with a new sense of conviction swung toward Ying no hate in his eyes, just a burning concentration.
This dragon was very strong and to get a whole web might be a little taxing, all he needed was a very fine slither of such a wonder to fund his next travels.
Psh, that dragon could live with a scar, just one small strip he thought deciding he didn't care if they heard or not.
Maybe they would cooperate and give him what he needed, save all the fuss.

Of course, regardless Zartear would return empty handed or not, dragons were like gold dust. Valuable whatever way you shape them.

"If you were a real dragon with a real mind, you'd be flying off right now after all, as a human I cannot fly."
Zartear approached Ying closer, and closer to a grappling range. And with that, he changed the sword again to the chains and threw them high, fast and energetically into the air, re-attempting the "collar" manouveur, at range dragons were their most dangerous.
Up close it was their teeth and claws nothing Zartear's armour and speed could not deal with.
"Disappoint you? You think this is a game?"
Zartear replied pitying the dragon's perspective on this.

Well, that was very unexpected but probably an outcome much better than the neck struggle again.
Zartear though, could not use this foolishly, if he chose to continue fighting the dragon, he might lose the grip again and it might all be a waste of time.
He couldn't spend much time in this area of islands anyway, one person was still bit by bit getting nearer every second.
And no, it wasn't just the white dragon Yang.
"Dragon," Zartear uttered holding the chain on the dragons leg firmly, but not pulling or attempting to sever it. "For one moment allow your mind to cool off and think clearly, as hard as it must be for a dragon like you."
He said with a sneer in his voice, eyes locking with the dragon's.
"All I need is a tongue of your wing no wider than my fore finger, and no longer than my hand. And then..." He paused briefly thinking over what he was going to say "And then, I shall be your trouble no more."

"I wouldn't trust a person like me a second time either, but if it meant self-preservation I wouldn't mind gaining a scar or two." Zartear raised his brows, "But if you're so adamant then I guess I should punish you, you are the vermin of course. It's a mans world...no place for the filth like you." Zartear took great pride in saying those words, he had forgotten to actually stop thinking and even forgot the dragon could read his mind...
~Just need this single slither then I will go...I'll go back and then I can meet up with the sla~ He suddenly jerked hismelf, close call, no dragon or rider on Earth could know about that.
"So what's it gonna be one scar or a humiliating death?"

Zartear curled his lip slightly with a growl of frustration then, something made his blood run cold.
He looked around, something he heard in his ears, it was not quite fear but he knew not to hang around.
"I'll be back soon dragon!" Zartear reeled back in his chains releasing the dragons leg, quickly allowing it to merge back into his armour.
He tightened his leg protection and made sure his boots for running, then looked back at the dragon.
If there was one spell Zartear knew well it was this one, one used to mark a dragon it inflicted no damage as much, other than the immediate pain following it.
He raised an arm, and a silvery snake seemed to emerge from it, a spirit appearing one...not physical in the least.
It hissed and made a bitting motion on Ying. this would only inflict some pain, and a small white scar.
Commonly used by slayer's to identify prey that had to be re-approached.
"Remember me, okay?" He then wasting no time ran, ran fast...faster...faster...heart in mouth and not a moment to lose.

OOC| Lol, it's not an attack as such, it's more just a tag for Zartear's knowledge ^^
So no harm done to your dragon, just for his reference so he can find 'em again.

IC| Zartear jumped over the hurdles of logs thrown in his path and pushed through the growth that seemed to want him trapped here with the dragons. How delightful, seeing as he was so desperate to get out of here. Not for a genuine fear as stated, but for that he'd be discovered.
He hissed in exasperation, so so painfully clsoe and yet he was torn away by the pestilence that refused to leave him.
Then having no hesitation, jumped off the cliff, navigating the steep slope, he slid down almost out of control, just about keeping his nerve and balance.
After that he dashed across the stones of the river, almost tripping on the last.
And a figure from the sky was coming nearer..

OOC| Tehe this character is a half-human, not an officel more an "extra"

The figure descended in moments and landed with superb agility next to ying and yang, he then stood up his metal wings flapping with annoyance.
"Curse that rat!" He barked, ruffling a hand through his dark brown hair.
"Did you manage to catch a glance of that man there dragons? Could you describe him?" Tha man asked, dusting off his plain grey garments and removing the scarf he used to shield the lower half of his face from the dusts that flew high in the sky.
He all in all, appeared very strange, what was more disturbing was the long silver scimitar at his side.

Zartear stopped and looked back, no sign of them yet. He ran forward through the dry cracked Earth toward the next island, he had no reason to this man other than he wanted Zartear's head on a platter.
After all, he could contend with him easily enough but deciding not to bother wasting time it was much easier jus to move away.

"Dragon hush!" The man stated, looking intense, "That man is a huge danger to your kind, it is understandable your rage but he is as you say looking at you in monetary terms. Remember when you fight a slayer you are allowing him to his work, I suggest you avoid the likes of him altogether." The man seemed harsh but really was only protecting the dragons, after all he was after Zartear and from what he remembered.
"Black hair, dark blue eyes, pale skin, large sword."

"Now one more thing before I hunt him down, do you think you could give me a lift? If not I understand I believe he pulled the same trick on you." He stated plainly, and wouldn't be surprised if they answered the affirmative.
From all his years hunting Zartear he'd learned that he made a fine actor.

"Zartear is a wise one, not a reckless one. I may be sent to bring him in irons then execute him but you never dare under-estimate him."
He then withoutanother word checked to see if his wings were in a fit state for flying again, and then soared into the sky, somewhat annoyed by that dragons stupid insolence. And to think, he was defending dragons then you always got that foolish one.
Zartear was almost at the next island now, he navigated the stones faster and faster...climbing up the next cliff face urgently.

While that man looked for him, yellow eyes eager to capture a sight of him no sign yet.....Then finally he caught him in hiw view.

Zartear was now hoisted up ontothe next island, watching from a nearby bush, then their eyes met.
The piercing yellow, predator blue and the man of far away origin (thus him wanting Zartear dead-that man belonged to a strange sort) turned into a swift dive aimed directly to Zartear his scimitar wielded in it's full glory the dazzling sun reflecting off it.
Zartear had seen this coming, naturally, and though he was not a murderer he'd have to do some damage to stop this man from killing him.
It only took a few seconds, and his large sword seeemed to shape shift to it's final third form the tri-whip.
3 ends, each with the head of a harpoon, flexible and held fast by oine tight cord.
Zartear extended the great whip, it wasn't a normal whip as such the beauty of this flexible weapon was not it's strength but if you were resourceful---you could do anything you desired.

The whip extended and Zartear dug his heels in the ground to maintain control, as the ends went surging toward the man in grey with his furious waving sword Zartear suddenly shifed his weight...
The whips ends snapped with a terrific satisfying "Crack!" as they glanced on the metallic wings setting the wearer down spiralling from his lofty aerial attack.

He then fell and fell before then tumbling down a smoother slope tumbling and falling, his scimitar freed from his hands clanking as it fell with him.
Before a "splosh" could be heard as he ended in the river, a groan of agony and curses speweing forth from his lips.
Not dead, but perhaps scarred physically for life---not to mention his pride.

Now that had been quite a display, and Zartear even complimented hismelf on the exact timing of that. Nobody should ever try killing the killer.

Zartear then made his way back more slowly exhaling from the sudden flurry of fast flitted moments, it seemed everybody wanted him dead in this region...They just didn't appreciate the real heroes, foolish people!
Sitting down next to a tree, he figured he'd have to leave the dragons for another day, but what would he do in the huge time gap until then?
Lying up against the tree...he set about removing each link from the other to remove the elbow to wrist bracers of black and gold...
Then standing up again to unclink the armour of his chestplate and legs...
The clothing underneath was somewhat plain, designed for when he /really/ needed stealthy movement, wrapped in certain places loose in others, a dark ebony and soft.
Besides this he now wore no armour just his light weight boots and a single band around his forehead where his hair hung over messily, minor beads of sweat on there.
Not tired.
But not for fighting for now.
So, without further ado Zartear would explore some more within close vicinity of his armour. These were rumoured to be mysteriously magical islands, so just about anything could be around the next tree, large or small...

Zartear padded around softly examining every component that built up the landscaping, breath-taking indeed...A wise slayer good or bad never destroyed the ecology, just his prey of course but even then torturing an animal was unecessary. Zartear however couldn't care less about pain, so long as it was easy and quick for him, but he saw no reason to go stamping on flowers so to speak.
Slipping through the forest weaving in and out nimbley the sun spotting on his black cloaked figure...all that was definable was the shockingly contrasting, pale skin of his hands and face...
The sun would be going down soon, seems he had been here longer than he thought and the islands looked more gorgeous than ever, their aura of magic seemed to form a haze in the air...quite dizzying if you stared long enough.