Aden: The dragons are born of light and since I'm made of light, well... Actually I'm just trying to avoid a confrontation. I look like a dragon after all... ._.
Abel: Let's do this faster. *a pair of wings sprout from Abel's back and he flyes to the other dragon in a second, he impaled the blade on the dragon and the wings dissappeared*
Ziel: Abel you aren't supposed to use that for simply things.... Though a woman rage is not simple.
Sombra:...
Ziel: Sombra didn't you had to be with your wife at the restaurant 5 minutes ago.
Sombra:*Becomes dust and teleports, with a rather serious face*.
Azriel: Thanks for asking Aden, pardon if Tik made anything to you.
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