BelxRoe The Dragon and His Goddess

Chapter 1

The sounds of combat fill the air. Swords and shields clash against each other in uproarious noise. Gunfire booming as shots of Arcane magic shoot across the sky. Bandits and soldiers colliding against each other all for the name of The Victor

Holding off several bandits,

"Damn it where is she when I need her?!?"

I said as I dodged a sword coming for my neck and deck the bandit's lights clean out.

I grabbed him and used his body as a shield against an ax that was thrown and headed right at me. "She's always late. Why do I put up wi-"

A shot rang out as the bandits before me fell with their tops blown off.

"About damn time!" I shouted rushing into a crowd of them with my shoulder and pushing them down.

"Shaddup I'm here, aren't I?" The woman aimed down her sights and took a shot. The bullet screamed across the battlefield and pegged an allied soldier in the head.

"Oops. My bad" she said embarrassed

"How about hitting the enemy and not our client's men!!" I said trying to shake off the desperate bandit who jumped on my back. "Get off me!!" I flipped and slammed him on the bandit rushing me.

"Keep running your mouth and I'll shoot it off!!" She said firing off shots into the battle before her.

The battle raged on for an hour before the bandit camp finally surrendered.

Standing in the middle of the battlefield, I was breathing heavy. Blood was pooling down my face.

"What a waste-" "Look Out Bel!!"

I was cut short as a shot ran inches away from my face and hit the bandit sneaking up behind me. His head splattered upon impact sending a spray of blood that hit my face.

I turned around and faced the shooter

"Are you outta your damn mind?!!"

*zooms in and freezes on my face*

"Yeah that's me. The guy who almost got his head blown off.

The name's Belhelzian Ouroboros but you can call me Bel. I'm just your local Demi-Dragon turned fallen god. After my parents were murdered, I strived to become the strongest fighter in the realms. My constant training and actions gained the attention of the chaos gods Who took me in and molded me into the man I am today.

Through seven hundred and seventy-six years of torture, starvation, dehydration, and being beaten to near death daily, they created the killer they wanted. Or so they thought. When I defied my master's orders by refusing to kill a child, he took my left arm and eye before he banished me back to the realm of Alura..... about three thousand foot above the ground. As I laid in the woods I crashed through, coughing up blood and trying to catch my breath, my only thought was "Is this how I'm going to die?" until a woman approached me.

*freeze frame ends*

" You almost hit me, you Crazy Tomato!!

Da fuck you thinking Rœ??!!"

"Hey!! I missed, didn't I?!!"

*Zooms across the field and shows a woman standing with split red and yellow hair and a green leaf sticking out on top of her head in her normal combat gear which was more revealing than she was aware of*

*freeze frame*

"That's her. The one who found me in the woods that day.

"Hey Mister, iz you dead?" She said as she poked my face with a stick.