Blitzkrieg

Clever, sneaky, somewhat feeble in ways, carefree, and flirtatious, Blitzkrieg is a fluffy ball of sunshine who loves to get into other's personal spaces and fly in their faces. Some cannot stand him, but somehow he still manages to get himself many friends who are willing to use their own lives to protect him.

Blitz isn't as strong as most dragons believe him to be. Their expectations for him are rather high because his master is the infamous ‘Wandering Assassin’ Scorpios. Yet, because Blitzkrieg fell seriously ill once in the past, his powers and abilities are pretty much just about as good as wasted. He cannot battle those he once was able to beat with a flick of the tail, and he usually needs someone to keep an eye on him so that he does not fall into danger’s way.

At the moment, Blitzkrieg is shielded under a very protective Scorpios’ wing. Out of Scorpios’ only two disciples, it can clearly be seen just who is doted one more.

Semideus personally does not mind this treatment. He knows that their master is only worried for Blitzkrieg, for the foolish little guy can never seem to allow either his master or his da shi xiong(大师兄) a moment’s worth off rest. Semideus also loves his little shi di(师弟) very much, though he prefers to use pranks and such to show off his care. He knows that Blitz at one point was a very powerful dragon who could’ve easily exchanged blows with him without a fear of getting injured. But at the moment, because Blitz doesn’t seem to hold any of the fighting spirit he had once maintained before his illness, Semideus can only attempt to try and help Blitz slowly heal from the scars of his illness in other ways.

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The cold winds of winter’s frosty storms blew and howled. Flurries of snow danced wildly and raced over and around one another. Within the miles of icy white, a single figure kneeled before a gravestone, as though he were paying respects to the deceased that lay beneath it.

...But he wasn’t.

A wickedly long arrow was driven through his chest from the back. His eyes were still opened, yet his last breath had already been carried far away by the blizzard.

If one were to glance around at first, they would only see clumps of oddly shaped snow scattered around this person. Only on closer inspection, along with a faint metallic scent in the air blown this way and that, would one find that those clumps of snow were actually bodies slowly being buried frozen under the eternal mountain frost.

Stumbling steps soon sounded; crunching, slipping and sliding through the field of white before two persons finally reached their destination before that kneeling man.

One of the two new arrivals slowly got to his knees as he reached out a shaky hand. Gently covering the kneeling persons' eyes, he shut them for the last time, “...We came too late.”

“...”

The other man looked down at that arrow that was still deeply embedded in that corpse’s body, before his gaze lowered onto the blades crisscrossed and leaning against the gravestone. After a moment, understanding dawned in his eyes, and he said, “It was him. He did this, otherwise, how would Blitzkrieg fall so easily from a mere arrow?”

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"Hey... Hey, wake up. Hey!"

Blitzkrieg awoke to a searing hot pain in his right cheek. Giving a yelp, he bolted out of bed, his odd dream forgotten as he clutched his cheek in pain, "Ow! Why'd you hit me?!"

The other person looked completely unimpressed as he crossed his arms, "If I didn't slap you, then when else would you wake up? Hurry up, Master's outside waiting for us. If we're late to training again, let's see how he forces you to run another few dozen miles today!"

Blitzkrieg blanched as he hurried to get dressed, "O-okay! Wait wait, hey! Don't go and tell the elder that I overslept! Hey, you hear me, Semideus?!"

Semideus rolled his eyes, "Only a blabbermouth would go and tell their master every little thing they see and hear going on. Hurry up already, you slowpoke."

"Alright alright!" Blitzkrieg hastily pulled his boots on before he ran after Semideus, "Coming, coming!"

As expected, their master was standing in wait outside impatiently. His arms were crossed as he tapped his foot—this was none other than Scorpios himself!

"What the hell took you two brats so long?" Scorpios grumbled, though he looked as though he did not wish to hear a single peep from their jaws.

The two idiot disciples were also very wise, keeping their mouths shut, just barely avoiding yet another session of hour-long berating from their impatient master.

Seeing that the two idiot disciples were silent, Scorpios shook it off and continued on, "Anyways, today..."

...

"Owowowowowow!" Blitzkrieg let out another long series of pained cries as he lay on his belly upon his bed.

Semideus glanced over at him, a wet cloth in hand as he ruthlessly scrubbed at his back. When Blitzkrieg let out another series of cries, Semideus grabbed a pillow and shoved it down on his head, "Shut up already. You're giving me a headache."

Feeling wronged, Blitzkrieg bit his lips and shut up as he was told, waiting until the pain from his back faded. He wasn't actually expecting to slip and fall off that tree earlier that day, okay? He almost broke his back, and here Semideus was, seeming as though he was making sure Blitzkrieg really broke his back.

Giving a loud, mental wail, Blitzkrieg internally cried as he prayed he would quickly grow up so that he could finally be free from his master's lecturing and his fellow disciple's tormenting.