Between his own irregular breathing patterns and the roar of the dragon, Zelrius could also hear the whooshing of the flames gently, and the slight hiss they gave as the fuel given to them by the bomb that the very flames had come from began to run out. It wasn't dire, it was just another worry the man had plaguing his mind. A mind that was becoming increasingly fuzzy as he grew tired, and his lungs grasped at every bit of stuff and burning air it could. Then it dawned on him that that is how the Dragon was fighting. Sure, it was flicking, swinging and flaring at them, but more than anything, it was conjuring fire in its mouth, only sometimes shooting it at them. The Dragon's plan was to burn the Oxygen in the cave, and for a moment, he was stunned by how clever that was.

Of course, normally, that wouldn't work, as the entrance to the cave was an opening for more air to enter from, however, the very flames they were using to dimly light the cavern burned any air that came in, or simply kept the little bits that could squeeze through the small crevice. The man would definitely have to give Dragons credit above being just normal monsters. They were formidable in body and mind.

Eventually Zelrius got a wing off, though it didn't come clean off like a tree falling, instead it kind of just danged and flapped randomly from the bits of skin and muscle that helt it to the Dragon. He was tired, and decided that was enough to make it so the thing wouldn't be flying for a good long while, If it survived this. He took this moment to jump off the Dragon, backing up a few feet to give himself a moment to let the Energy come back to him.

 

The fighting that the dragon was putting up, was taking a toll on Ilya's body. Yet a quick glance at her energy bar let Ilya know she was not incredibly low and could keep going. With a small grunt, Ilya continued to kick and punch at the dragon, dealing damage as she flew across the area surrounding the dragon. Every single intake of gasping breath, bringing a cough. Ilya's own throat burning as she took in air. The cavern appearing smokey.

Grimacing, Ilya cracked her neck, leaping away right as Zelrius managed to cut the wing off as it hung limply.. Fluttering only ever so often. "The air.. We need to get fresh air, perhaps lure the dragon outside now.. He cannot fly with one wing off.." Ilya was right next to Zelrius, her hand rested upon his shoulder. Her eyes staying on the dragon as she semi-faced him. "It will only continue to get smokey in here, until we collapse from too low oxygen.." Despite how smart the dragon was being, Ilya knew that even dragons need oxygen..

"Though, now that I look.. He does not seem to have that much hp left.." Looking to Zelrius Ilya was now relying on him. "Tell me what we are going to do next.."

 

Zelrius tried to hide laboured breaths as Ilya joined him, she noted the same thing Zelrius had in his head, meaning that it wasn't just him assuming; it was probably fact. The air was getting dangerously low, and this was even more exemplified by the hp bar of his ticking down every once in a while. For a moment, he stood tall, wrapping an arm around I;ya's shoulder to help her for a moment while she coughed and breathed.

It was clearly not looking good, but with the exchange of glances and then the look at the Dragon infront of them, she was right. It was almost dead. He considered the options for a moment, taking off his cloak one, due to the heat, and second, due to a plan he had. He handed her the cloak redrew his swords. "Go put the fires out while I hold the attention, if the smoke gets too much, just yell for me and we will leave." And with that he nodded and moved back toward the Dragon.

And for a brief moment, the golden haired man and the scaled beast traded attacks, both of their abilities to dodge or hit very hard being limited by increasing asphyxiation. Between the constricting lungs and throat, and the pounding in his head, it was obvious he couldn't do this for long. And luckily he didn't need to, though his only hope was that Ilya could put out the fires, get a breath of good air, and then come finish it off before he collapsed.

 

The smaller flames they had set up, caused Ilya to curse of annoyance.. I had taken up Illumancy! I could have just fucking used that to illuminate the place.. Covering her mouth with the cloak to help detoxify the air she was breathing in, Ilya began to leap from fire to fire, putting each one out. The air slowly fixing itself as the outside air began to seep into the cave, due to the small grenades being put out. Ilya removed the cloak.

Her small chest heaving as she took in the fresh air from outside. Her eyes now turned towards the dragon and Zelrius, watching as Zelrius began to slow down, the dragon had mere hp points left. I should take him out now.. She could feel her strength returning as she continued to breath the fresh air. Couching low to the ground, she pushed her feet down and sped towards the dragon. Leaping midair, "Switching you!" She pulled her right hand and wrapped it around Zelrius, her left hand shoving the cloak into his hand. Her right hand swinging him and tossing him over to the entrance. She did so roughly, yet nicely at the same time, to where Zelrius could land without any real hp damage. Zelrius was outside the cave now, At least he can breath now..

The area surrounding the dragon seemed to be worse than ever before. The air stale, and devoid of much oxygen, despite the cleansing of the air near the entrance to the cave. Ilya centered her attack power and her energy onto her fists, curling them into fists. The very attack took a hefty mound of energy, if Ilya could not take the dragon out in this one hit, she would die. Both of her fists stretched out behind her as she continued to fall towards the dragon. Her aim, was the very head that had been blowing the fire up until now. The smoke coming from his mouth and nostrils causing Ilya's own behavior to grow angry. Ilya pushed both of her fists forward, the made contact. Her energy being converted to attack power as a loud clanging sounded in the cave, causing the rocks to begin to fall apart. The dragon screeched as blood gushed across the whole area. The body of the dragon collapsed, as his head split in two. The hp bar of the dragon, reading zero. Ilya fell to the ground, her mouth grunting as pain shot through her body.. The consequence of such a power.. Her eyes watched as the dragon lay still. No time to think of not being able to stand, nor time to think of scavenging the beast for materials, the cave roof began to collapse.

With wide eyes, Ilya scrambled to her feet, dodging as large rock crumbled around her. Her body only barely managing to make it out of the cave before it collapsed completely in on itself. The very energy bar she had been concerned about had been dwindling on 1%.. Ilya grimaced as she watched it deplete to zero. At least now.. Zelrius is here?

Her vision grew black, as Ilya collapsed onto the ground. Her body reaching a mild slumber.

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