Out came his sword, Ares, and Tartarus, the blades of Tartarus, the one in his left hand changed shaped, to a small blunt, more of a block object. His other sword, Ares, kept the blade, and the blade immolated with fire. His wings unfolded, and Areon jumped into the castle's window, wings assisting him. Two guards rushed at him, the king cowering in a corner, He flung Ares through one of the guard's stomachs, starting a flaming corpse, which was more than enough for the other guard to turn tail and run. He retracted the blade, the chain magically going into the hilt of the sword, the blade was bloodied yet again, the blade's fires dissipated, and he sheathed Ares, and soon he walked over to the King, and grabbed him by the robe, it was of silk, and purple, red, and blue colors, all the noble colors. He rushed the king back over to the window, hoping Draconis would be there still, but soon he heard the doors to the room open, and a rush of soldiers came in. With greek brutality, Areon pushed the king to the floor, unsheathed Ares, as tartarus's blade turned into a blade again. He was looking for a fight, and here a fight was. "Get the king out of here." He said to Isotor, and Maryan. The blades of his sword immolated with fire. "I'll hold them off, I've got my own set of wings, I'll eventually meet back with you." He said, and stepped forward, right leg first, Ares being flung out, the blade flying, chain following. THe blade got one soldier in the stomach, and another, taller soldier in the groin. He retracted the bloodied blade, and sent Tartarus off in the same fashing, finishing off the man he had hit in the groin.
He knew he wasn't supposed to kill anything, he knew it well, but the Greek in him told him to fight, a thousand year instinct would not let him back down. His tail whipped about behind him, his wings prominantly spread out to their full wingspan, and a smile etched upon his draconic face, with his god given blades in hand. He beared his teeth, and laughed, and reverted back to greek. "Ελάτε και με πάρτε γαλλικός αφρός" Which translated into 'Come and get me french scum' And with that, battle broke out.....
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