A good old fashioned bar fight

[grimbiker]

[[OOC: Please read this post first.]]

Lately, most of Sirius’s days had ended the same way. Today was no exception. After roaming the City and taking down notes, he went to The Drunken Dragon to get plastered. It had worked well for him so far, at least in his opinion. He was even getting used to the drinks.

Sirius didn’t socialize very much. Oh, he talked to Kang and Nima some but usually he sat and drank in silence. To anyone who knew him, that would have been a red flag. The second red flag was his motorcycle, sitting largely unused in the Hangar. As for the third, that would come shortly.

Sirius, however, was oblivious to the impending destruction he was about to wreak. He sat at the bar. It would be nice to say that he was quietly nursing his drink. It would be more accurate to say he was downing it as quickly as possible.

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[grimbiker]

Sirius's fingers curled around his wand. He glanced from the beer in front of him to Crematia.

"Last warning."

[mercyisweakness]

She gives a smile made out of smoke, sulfur, fire, and everything else horrible and hellish.

The red dragon makes no reply. She just takes her unaccepted drink and turns, taking Sirius' drink with her.

[grimbiker]

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Sirius had fought so many times that drawing his wand was a reflex. He didn't care that she was turning her back on him and that this wasn't sportsmanlike at all, that it was in fact rather cowardly. He was through being nice and playing fair had only got him sent to Azkaban. Not to mention he was also very, very pissed, which was why it took him longer to actually take out his wand and say the hex.

"Conjunctivitis." A shame he was drunk, the hex would have been much more powerful if he had been able to pronounce it correctly.

In Sirius's world, dragons had one weakness- their eyes. He didn't know if Crematia was lying when she had said she was a dragon. He knew it was possible for one to be in disguise as that had all ready happened on the ship. It didn't matter. If she was a dragon she'd get a nasty surprise in the form of swollen, blindingly painful eyes. If she wasn't a dragon she'd get the same nasty surprise simply because she opened her mouth when she should have kept it closed.

[mercyisweakness]

Crematia is the angel of fire and pain, but most of all she is the angel of magic. It does not come at any surprise to her that there are spell casters here, and that their magic possibly works differently than hers. Perhaps different incantations or maybe none at all. She is beyond curious on how magic works here and Sirius here does not disappoint her in his potential.

Shame that he is such a weakling.

She hears him speaking a strange word - clearly a spell - and knew she has a second, maybe less, to react.

A hushed prayer and she is gone.

Or is she? She appears behind the drunkard, but this time she caste herself the spell of haste, quickening her steps should she need her speed more than her magic.

[grimbiker]

That was... definitely not what he expected.

O.K., how much had he drunk?

When he heard someone behind him he whirled around- and almost stumbled. There had been no crack of apparation and yet she had somehow managed to get behind him.

Sirius's response was rational, calm, and mature.

"The fuck?"

MAN I COULD HAVE SWORN I HAD THIS TAGGED

[mercyisweakness]

She wiggles her fingers at him, her way of saying hello.

"Seem a little slow there. Time for you to wake up a bit."

Another spell and there's a flash of light.