With a measured step, Diato approached her, a silent reassurance in his steady gaze. Their eyes locked into each other.

Her suspicion loosened, replaced by an alarming sense of trust in her unexpected savior.

"Be careful pal," Diato started.

"Thanks," She said.

He ignored her and said, "Let's find that structure together." He finally un-crouched and turned around

"What?"

"Yeah. There's no point in hiding that we've broken the rules." He looked at her over his shoulder, "Trust me you don't wanna be a drayer who passed the selection by cheating."

"You're right." She gazed down at her feet, with a sigh.

With a slight nod, Diato started walking in a random direction. The girl also caught up to him, with a little jog. She glanced at him. She realized she was not so short compared to Diato. She looked at the drop of sweat slipping across his neck, she again glanced at his face.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"It's Diato. What's yours?" He didn't look at her.

"Mine is, Bella."

"Like the one in the song? Bella ciao?" Still avoiding her gaze.

"No. Of course not." She finally took away her gaze and glanced ahead.

"What's your full name?" He finally glanced at her for a second and took it back.

"Why do you care?."

They didn't watch their steps but only the words. They didn't know where they were going but they were hoping it would lead them to the selection structure.

After trudging for about three hours, they finally decided to take a break. They came near a giant tree. Probably a banyan tree. They came near the trunk.

He glanced at her for the third time in three hours, "I think it would be a good idea to take a break here," He started.

She was not sure what she was going to do. Does she have to waste all these months of training, trying to be nice to a guy who saved her life, and not become a drayer? Was breaking the rules and staying with him worth wasting all those months of training to become a drayer? She would've dodged her death many times, and this might be one of them. Probably it wasn't worth wasting her training.

She didn't know that she would not just have his trust but also his heart. Because he expected the people to treat him the way he treated them. He would be nice to everyone and be expecting good from the other person too.

She was going to break his heart by betraying him and leaving him just for some points. She glanced past him, a dragon was hiding on the branch of a tree. He was just sitting there, watching them, with his legs swinging back and forth.

She thought that Diato would do the same and fight her to kill that dragon for some points. Diato noticed her glance and saw the dragon followed by her glance. With a slight smile on his curled lips, he Turned back at her, she thought he was going to fight her, for the points.

She couldn't let that slide. She immediately launched her fist below his chin. She pulled up her leg, and forcefully landed it on his stomach. He slipped on the ground, as she ran towards the little dragon perching on the branch of a tree.

She stepped on Diato's stomach while running. She threw a small anchor with a thick rope aimed at the branch. Bella pulled the rope, and the baby dragon fell.

He tried to fly but he was too small to learn how to fly. He fluttered his wings simultaneously but failed to fly. He hit the ground, still fluttering, trying to get up on his feet. As she pulled back the rope, ripping the branch apart from its trunk: she spun it in a circle around her fist and threw it again, aimed at the baby dragon's neck.

The anchor wrapped around its neck and hung on the rope. Diato was still standing there trying to understand what the fuck was going on, he had been feeling a little bit dizzy from the punch. He looked at the poor little dragon baby whose neck was about to get ripped apart.

He found a strange sense of mercy for him at the back of his head. He wanted to become a drayer and yet wanted to show mercy to them. He questioned his goal, and what was his motive, as he watched Bella pull the rope again: ripping the baby dragon's head, apart from its body. Blood splattered on the ground and on her hand.

The picture of the scene was mirroring in Diato's pupils, as they grew wide in disgust. "Why would you do that?" He asked, trying not to sound sad.

"Sorry," She replied with a sigh, "I thought you'd attack me for the points so I did it first."

"It's not about the punch. It's about the baby dragon."

"Come on he was a dragon."

"A BABY DRAGON!" Diato jumped to his feet, wiping dirt off his stomach with his hand.

"So what? Someone was gonna kill him."

"So it's like that, huh?"

"Come on, be real alright?"

"I'm sorry if not as merciless and as cold-hearted as you expected," He said with rage.

He jerked his head in another direction and went forward. He was half running, half walking, trying to get away from Bella as soon as he could.

Bella realized her guilt and followed Diato. Trying to catch up with his speed while jogging but still falling back several times. After a while, she finally reached Diato, it seemed like he was walking faster than a car.

"I'm sorry," She started, trying to get his attention.

He was muttering something under his breath. She was able to derive one word, "Leave." She stopped immediately: staring at him; feeling the unwanted guilt in her heart. She knew she shouldn't have done that. But she couldn't derive why.

She stood there thinking if she was even good at slaying dragons. She doubted her desire for points. 'What have I done?' She thought. 'Is he a dragon himself? No, why would he save me then? Was he merciful? No, it was a fucking dragon, he doesn't deserve me. He's just too childish to be a dragon slayer. Like come on, he really thought he'd get a girl like me just be cutting some strings? Nah, he'd have to do more than that to impress me. This isn't twenty tens.'

He continued his path in another direction. He walked while dragging his club on the ground and the other hand on the bow's grip, which was hanging on his shoulder.

He had lost his knife at the Distraction Structure. He knew he was lost, as he didn't know the path from the beginning. He never knew where he had to go: he just roamed in the forest aimlessly. He was disappointed that she would kill a poor baby dragon.

'Not that I was betrayed just for some points, but she didn't have to take that baby's life! We were supposed to fight each other for points but why did she kill that fucking baby? The baby didn't even try to attack us, he just tried to hide himself from us.' He thought

He was thinking all about it again and again in his mind. He wasn't watching his step; which was an obvious mistake for a rookie like him. He stepped on a small stick. It made a satisfying crack sound when it broke the silence at the moment. Stepping on a stick wasn't a mistake: but making a sound in a quiet area would easily attract all the dragons toward him.

He heard the sound of stepping behind him. He slowly turned his head around to see who it was. He finally turned his body along with his neck and looked at the man standing in front of him, with long - pointy nails, and pointy - Large ears. His bright red hairs shone from the sunlight. He stood in front of Diato, Naked, while they exchanged their glances. Diato couldn't help but notice the dragon having a boner.

"Get some clothes buddy" Diato started

"I don't think I will" The dragon spoke.

"Your pointy ears tell me you don't have a right to live"

"And your Attitude tells me you don't have a right to be a drayer" He moved his tongue across his teeth on the upper jaw, while smiling

He raised his unclenched hands in front of his chest across each other. Little red particles started to generate out of his palm. They slowly multiplied and created a fireball. Diato could feel the warmth of the fireball on his chest. The Human Dragon's eyes turned orange as he leaned forward and aimed the Fireball at Diato. Diato, on the other hand, prepared himself with a tight grip on the club's hilt.

The dragon breathed so loudly, and deeply. Fire came out of his mouth as he exhaled loudly. Fire blows aimed toward Diato. Multiple at once. Somehow, He was flexible enough to dodge them all. Diato Sat on the ground with his knees, while he dodged all the fire. He jumped toward the dragon with his club: ready to strike the Dragon's head.

Before the dragon knew it, the spikes tore the flesh off his head. the club struck his face and pierced through his skin. the metal spikes pierced inside the man's eyes. His eyeballs popped out and rolled on the ground as blood splattered all over the ground.

his cheek, forehead, and mouth's skin were torn apart as well. the pieces of skin fell in the shallow puddle of his blood. He slowly fell on his knees and to the ground, as Diato Gasped with relief. The metal was a special one. specially made to kill dragons.