'Glory' Flash said softly. 'Your going to need an army to get that blood, you hear me? When i was fighting Ammit, when she did this to me, the entire time other dragons would throw themselves at me even after i killed one after the other. Tell Adder that if you guys are sure you'd prefer to get the blood than kill me she needs to either postpone the graduation day or wait until after it so she has more people. Leo, you can't go fight there with Glory for company in that state. If you have an army then maybe you can go but not the two of you alone. I can't let you two take the risk of death or the hell of what i am now.'

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory nodded, saying, "Yes, but that's because she was fighting. I might be able to sneak in, find -or make- an open wound, steal the blood, and run like hell. I'm quick, sneaky, and a master of disguise and illusion. I think I can do it alone, but I don't think Leo would let me. An army would just make things harder, in any case. Besides, I don't think Simara would be very open to the idea of postponing anything." She stood, sighed softly, and said, "I'll be fine. Or I won't, I'm not sure. Either way, death before dishonor. See ya later." She hoped that last was true; though she supposed that even if she died, she'd see him again eventually. The thought made her shudder slightly as she walked back to Leo "Alright, let's go. You sure you're up for this?" She asked, trying not to glance at the slowly spreading red patch on his shirt.

'Glory! Wait!' Flash called. 'Come back for a second'.

'Good luck Glory' he said, giving her a hug. 'Remember if it's impossible, pull out.'

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo nodded slightly at Flash, his gaze saddened, even though he had blocked out all his emotion. He didn't FEEL sad, however twisted that was, but he knew he was. He watched as Glory and Flash interacted, then glanced at the ground, trying to fully gain his bearings. It was too late to get suited up- they had to go now. Flash didn't look good. As she stood, he glanced back up. "I can't tell if I'm sure or not. Did you know that monkeys don't actually eat bananas? Only captive ones do." He paused. "Sorry. My brain is definitely starting to lose hold of reality." He sounded like he wanted to say more, but he paused to look at Flash. "I understand your concern, but we have to do this alone- we can't put others at risk. Glory's right, her abilities make her adept at stealth. She's going to be fine." He didn't mention the fact he was like a walking beacon. "We have to move as quickly as possible, for the sake of mostly you, but also the scrap of my sanity that is left." Leo added as he turned back to the doorway, heading out. He snapped his fingers and his dagger/poison/dangerous stuff belt appeared, which he strapped on as he was walking. He wished he could spray paint himself black. Thankfully, in his dragon form, he was MOSTLY black... nevermind, that was a lie. He was about half black, a fourth golden, and a fourth bright red. So he stood out. It wouldn't be the best, but he was going to protect Glory at all costs, no matter what it took.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory turned around at Flash's call, walking back toward him. "Thanks, I'll need it," She said, hugging him back. "Nothing's impossible, it's just that my chance of success is lower than my chance of failure." She said, smiling wanely as she pulled back, and walked back toward the door. She knew if she stayed any longer, she'd either cry, break something, or just rush into the corrupted camp and get killed. She raised an eyebrow at Leo's words, then sighed, saying, "Then I guess we need to get moving." It was pretty- no, extremely alarming what he'd said, though. Glory wasn't sure whether it'd be worse for him to be dead, or completely insane, and didn't want to find out. She followed him out of the expansive room, then said, "I need to grab a few things before we head out, namely my sword, a few daggers, and something to hold the blood in. I think I have a little glass bottle somewhere- let's go to my room." She led him back to her room, quickly grabbing a shortsword, and 3 daggers, two of which were her favorite wolfsbane ones, one untainted. She rummaged around a bit before finding a small glass vial, which should hold enough while not being terribly large and breakable, then walked back to Leo, and asked, "Are you at least somewhat confident in the idea that you won't die before we get there?"

Flash knew Glory's last words before leaving were truer then she believed. He trusted her though, and he knew that she would never just stand by.

General Anubis

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Leo crossed his arms as low as possible to cover up the spreading blood stain- would he feel when he died of blood loss, or would it be numb like everything else? He nodded and followed her up to her room, pausing when they arrived. Leo took the couple moments to breathe, and try to turn his emotions on slightly. He was smacked with a wave of pain and dizziness and exhaustion. He staggered sideways, hitting the wall and almost falling over before managing to turn everything off again, breathing heavily. "That did not go well..." He mumbled, looking up as she spoke. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." He let his voice trail into silence. "Confident? Not at all. Somewhat confident? Nope. In percentages? I'd say 20/80...." Leo trailed off again, using his arms to push himself off the wall. When he was standing straight, he elaborated unhelpfully. "20 percent chance I live, 80 percent chance I die." He then started walking out, nearer to the forest. After summoning his sword, he slid it in the sheath, gritting his teeth and preparing to get REALLT hurt.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory knew that right now wasn't the time to be worried about Leo, but she couldn't help it. She tried to tell herself that he'd be fine, even though it couldn't be further from the truth, but she needed to stay focused. If she didn't, she'd lose but Flash and Leo. "Shit. Then I guess we really have to hurry. Try not to die, at least," She said, trying to shake the feeling of dread that had her in a death grip. She followed him out to the forest, where she paused just outside the treeline. "All right, I think it'd be easiest to fly most of the way, then go on foot. I go in, find Ammit, steal some blood, and we run and hope we make it," She said, shifting into her dragon form, sleek black scales shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. She shook herself out a bit, mentally preparing herself, and leaped into the sky, large wings beating the air. About 20 miles later, she dropped down into a clearing in the woods, and very glad they hadn't had to walk this time.

(Hello! Im sad I have to do this but its for my own good I got into a horse riding ancient going over a triple oxer I lost control and my horse flipped over when we landed I sprained my back and I have a bad concussion so im dropping out of this role play wish you all well )