Valor was whisked away by the Fae rider, diverting to help the other parties in the assault. As he glanced over the edge, he saw the ruin that was his kingdom. The fires had gone out, but the streets were still filled with screams and Draekons using their claws and tails to knock Icran's army out of the way. From what he could see, the attacks were not fatal, merely subduing or knocking out their opponents. He was glad for it, he didn't want to lose half of their population in one day. They weren't the villains here, they were there to help. Despite this, he still needed to fight. There was no peaceful way to end this, so as his Draekon glided just over the top of a battle, he slid down the wing and landed in the midst of it. Immediately, he leapt into battle, his training surpassing the civilians he faced, allowing him to easily defend against the oncoming attacks. He moved to cause unfatal attacks, dodging the chest and head. The goal was to incapacitate, so that's what he did, mo
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