- Oh he was a dragon………… a dragon …………..what is with this year and dragons, I mean realy eghhh fuck it……. - Alexander said as he watched Marthean spew fire everywhere not realy doing anything else on the account of not wanting to die a painfull and fiery death. So while there was no where to sit he, metaphorically speaking, sat down and watched the carnage that was until he heard the half elf speaking about a bounty on Dragon's Heart and on on that wierd tiger girl, his reply was the thing one could already see from miles away
- ehhhh No, gods ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO because that would be a FUCKING SUICIDE you DAFT BASTARD egghhh seriously what the fuck? - After that short outburst he came closer to Eden and tapped her on the shoulder
- Hey can I tag along to your merry wagon of dangerous wood critters? Mostly because someone will probably put a bounty on my head from now on since I didn't do anything to stop you from tearing this place to bits.

Marthaen sighed again. Things like this happened to him a lot which was the main reason he rarely interacted with other beings of almost any sort. Except for a couple of times with other dragons most beings seemed to fear him. He wasn't really sure why and even the dragons had been snooty and treated him with disdain. To be fair the only ones he'd met were fully grown and well aged and considered his actions juvenile. Which, well, he was only three… He watched Degant talking to Eden with more than a little relief hoping they could all do this together. It'd be great to have two people who knew how to fight. Marthaen had fought before, of course, but generally that just involved stepping on something or roasting someone. Didn't have to put a lot of thought into it when there were only one or two but there was going to be a lot more this time. Especially after the half-elf talked about sharing the bounty and giving them… "My what???" He roared and was getting ready to stomp the man when the tiger Eden released solved that particular problem for him. He didn't like killing things but if anyone had it coming it was this guy. Unfortunately, a lot of people who before had just been watching now started to join those advancing on them. Apparently his heart and her bounty was enough to tempt some who really should have known better.
He spat a few very small fireballs at some of the people descending on the trio at this point. He really didn't want to spew flame at the entire crowd as most of them were trying to get away and he generally didn't kill anything he wasn't going to eat unless he had to. But he knew with grim certainty he might have to kill a lot to get him out of this situation. Realizing that the other animals seemed eager to help he stretched over and started trying to open another cage on the opposite side of Eden open. He figured they could use all the help they could get. Unfortunately as he was stretched out he wasn't protecting under a front leg and took a spear from one of the more seasoned veterans who knew where to hit him. Roaring in anger and pain he finally aimed a long, thin stretch of fire at the one responsible and most others that were carrying spears for good measure. Now he was enraged and if you've ever seen a three year old throw a temper tantrum imagine one that was eighteen feet long and could breathe flame. He stopped being so careful about the innocent and even stupidly advanced t'ward the ones trying to kill him. Strategy was not his long suit but with his size and strength and them not realizing how little experience he had it was enough to dissuade quite a few from getting any closer.
Yet still they came. Too many and too fast for him and while the dead ones were beginning to pile up he was taking more and more damage which made him angrier by the minute. Finally starting to get desperate he looked over at Degan and Eden checking to see how they were doing and wondering how long they could all keep this up… "Any suggestions you guys have would be really appreciated right about now."

It did not take Marthaen long to tear a cage apart, releasing a massive elephant into the crowd of chaos before Eden tore into the cage of a bear. There was rioting in the air from the voices that only seemed to have echoed in her ears, though some were just as scared as the people who were unable to defend themselves as something like a dragon, or anything it sided with. It was clear some people reacted with fear and worked to escape the sudden carnage, but the more gutsy and battle-stirred warriors and hunters aimed to lend their aid in the mayhem. They worked together to fend off the fearsome beast and, at the very least, drive it away from the event.

With another cage opened, Eden worked to catch her breath quickly before taking off, stopped by the man in armor. Her hand steadied her weapon, just in case he worked to confront her. Stop her in her duty to grant these animals freedom. However, instead he offered a hand in aiding in what was occurring. Looking around, Eden pointed the man in metal at those who assaulted the dragon's foot before taking off, to tackle yet another imprisonment.

"What a sad turn of events," a man muttered to himself, walking passed the helf-elf as he was assaulted by the beast as he screamed for help. "You think this little revolt will change much. Will turn society on its head. However, you are only as powerful as your rank, and a step below man will get you nowhere." Raising his hand, he aimed to collected the next stream of fire with anticipation to hold it above his head like it was a simple ball. "Know your roll in life and submit, you animal."

Alexander already knew what to do in this situatuion, he quickly took his magic staff into his two hands and screamed
- Hey YOU motherfuckers, you might wanna FIGHT WITH A REAL MAN, that is if you have BALLS THAT IS
And as he finished speaking a ball of lightning appeared at the tip of the staff and then flew, with very high speed, at the people attacking dragon, then in quick succession another one appeared and another, and another, another,another, another he did that so much that the balls started to look like an straight continues line instead of a series of balls. All the while the very rude and fould mothed Merc continued to spew more and more insults at his enemies at nearly the same pace as he casted his spells and like his spells, his insult started to melt into one another creating an nigh incoherent line of insults only people with the most acute of hearing abilities could dicern form one another. Other than that he was slowly closing a gap between him and all those guys attacking Marthaen. Now would be a good momment to explain why he was cursing so much right now, the explanation is quite easy he just opened the flood gates of all that stress and frustration that was slowly building up inside of him and so he was given a chance to both act out and voice his emotions.

Marthaen watched Degant in pleasant surprise. He'd never seen those balls of lightning before. "That would be a handy skill to have." He murmured. "I've get to get him to show me how to do that. But for now…" And he turned his attention back to the general mayhem, grateful to have some of the pressure taken off him. In between swipes of his giant paws he took every chance to pull apart more cages as the animals seemed eager to help the trio out. He wondered if that was Eden's doing, he'd have to ask her about it some time when a mob wasn't actively trying to kill them both.
Had he been paying more attention he might have picked out the calm man's comment about knowing their rolls in life but; again, giant mob. Starting to gain more and more confidence that the three of them might actually pull this off, he let go with several more fireballs with at least one of them aimed straight at the man in question. That man seemed a bit too comfortable in what most would consider a dire situation and that by itself made him suspect.
Marthaen had never fought in a group before and found the whole thing at once exhilarating and a little terrifying. He didn't like the idea that if he made a mistake it wouldn't be just him who would pay the price but on the other hand it sure was nice to know he didn't have to worry about having to take on every other combatant by himself.

The fireball that was launched at the lone man found its way halted in midair, spiraling rapidly as if still fighting through the air. "As figured," he muttered, looking up at the large dragon with a special glow in his eye… No… around his eye, as carved into him was a tattoo of a magic around it, which resonated with his magic. "A beast only knows violence. It has no eye for care of others. Only the destruction of others. As for you," his eyes turned direction to the man sending out a thunderous volley of magical power while the flames that formed from the other attacks were collected into the ball he had., "such wastefulness. A true mage has true control of his power!" As if a calm motion of his hand, the massive ball of flame was quickly hurled at Alexander, erupting into a towering pillar of flame upon contact with the ground, whether his target or innocent bystanders were caught in it.

Eden, having caught sight of all this, gave charge with her weapon, but the hooded man simply gave a step back before waving his hand, causing Eden to yelp as her weapon crashed to the floor suddenly, finding it nearly impossible to lift, which is strange even for her. "And then there is you," the man said, looking down at the beastfolk. "You are not where you belong. After all, you think you can be a person when you are nothing more than a pet. Now, be a good girl and stay on your knees. Submit to your social status and never forget: You are simply an item."

Eden could feel herself growling under her breath as the elephant Marthaen freed came charging.

When foul smelling merc finaly noticed the giant fireball coming right at him(He was realy focused on spraying everything in sight with lightning balls) it was too late, he did not even turned his head when the flames came at his side. Less than few seconds after the ball made contact with a brief but terrifieng shriek of pain could heard coming from his direction, soon after that there was silence briefly interupted by the sound of an armored body falling to the ground. Only thing that remained of him is a burning corpse hidden underneath slowly melting armor. Alexander Krieger is dead.

Marthaen in his short life had known very little about emotion. He'd found them to be bothersome at best and downright dangerous at others. He'd tried to keep himself under control whenever he could and understand why he felt any particular emotion at any particular time. He had no idea that philosophers and lovers had been trying to do the same thing for as long as emotions had been around. There's a point, I suppose, where everyone breaks. Where the current situation has spiraled so far out of control that they either become enraged or run in mortal terror. Marthaen experienced the former now. But this wasn't a wild-eyed, screaming tantrum of rage. Quite to the contrary he got very quiet as he saw Alexander die under a fireball that had originally come from him, and saw Eden pinned to the ground. No this rage was ice-cold, calculating, and resolute. There seemed little sense in fighting anymore as the trio was obviously out-matched but the thought of stopping never occurred to him. In a calm cold voice he answered the beast in front of him.

While batting away any combatants that came between them and ignoring the damage from the ones to his sides and rear he gave a little chuckle before he answered. "Beasts. Aye we are beasts she and I. As was Alexander to you I suppose. I would imagine that any animal, on two legs or four you would name beast as you seem to use that word to describe all who are not your "equal." Don't speak as you. Aren't as rich as you. And, most importantly, don't know their "place" as you see it." He began to slowly advance and quickly spoke in his mind to Eden, "I'm going after him. If I manage to distract him kill him if you can. Flee if you cannot. I'll likely not survive this encounter in any case." Then he turned back to the subject of his deep abiding hatred. "So what separates you from us? Eden loves, speaks if you know how to listen, knows sympathy and empathy. She seeks to help with no thought of reward or of cost to her. You tell her to remember her place but I don't think you truly know where that place is."

His eyes narrowed and his body quivered like a cat watching a mouse and waiting for that moment to strike before he continued softly, "Her place, sirrah, is over your cold, rotting flesh!" And without another thought he lept at his enemy. No magic, no flame. Just the desire to rend him to shreds with his own teeth and claws.

Leaping back away from the dragon's talons, a laugh escaped his lips. "Simple, our dear, talkative dragon," the man chuckled as he undrapped the hood that covered his head, revealing before them a drow covered in ritualistic tattoos across his face. "That beast's place is in a cage, along with each and every one of the others stuck in here! After all, she is doing doing it for nothing. She is seeking protection. Empathy. FREEDOM! Everything that we enjoy, that cat wants to taste! Freedom is not a thing that she ever had. Born a slave, and forever will be a slave… that is her role, denounced by that metal ring around her neck…"

Eden had enough of the man's dribble now as she abandoned her weapon, rushing in as she readied her claws. However, a pulse flooded her body as a new force filled her body, arms resonating and growing fur while her hands turned into paws as she sped in close and smashed her paw into the man's face, digging it into the ground with a feral strength. As much as she questioned what even happened, she knew she had no time to even see what happened. The threat was live now, and she may as well make use of this new force.

"You… you damned bitch…" the drow muttered as he pulled himself up. "… I can see why you are a prized candidate…. BUT THIS REQUIRES PUNISH–" Before his threat could even be bolstered, the elephant from before caught the drow and began slamming him into the ground.

Marthaen watched the drow's demise with a great sense of satisfaction. But his rage was not yet spent. He roared his approval to Eden and the elephant before turning his attention to his tormentors who were watching the remains of the drow being being slammed to the ground. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to Eden but in his rage he approved of the form she'd taken. The young dragon would look back on this day with no little shame as many of their attackers were already fleeing but they had shown no mercy and would be shown none. He used every bit of his body for destruction. Teeth, tail, claws and flame he unleashed on everyone he could reach, running or not. If it wasn't an animal that was helping them then it was something to be crushed, shredded or roasted.
Covered now in blood and gore he was indeed a terrible sight to behold and he kept killing until there was no one left in easy reach. He looked over to Eden and her friend the elephant asking in a low growl. "Should we follow them and kill them all?"