Lyo wanted to correct her statement. Their weapons worked amazingly, as they weren't meant to kill the dragon, but to force it to land. He was very proud of his creation. The male had hand crafted each of the spears. After they had contained Eryelite, Lyo didn't want anyone messing up with the little bit of material they had. "Oh I'm sure you would love for me to freeze your body from the inside out." Lyo rolled his eyes, "Sounds a hell of a lot more pleasant than your damned attitude." He snapped back at her. The male could take it, just as much as he could dish it out. Although, he wasn't one to outright insult someone. Unless, they were unrelentingly.

Quickly, Lyo backed up from the dragon's body. He was half surprised she hadn't yelled at him for using an unknown vial on the dragon. For all she knew he could have been poisoning the beast. That was far from it though. He'd applied the substance in the vile to help with the bleeding. It would kick in half an hour from now. He hadn't even bothered explaining all of this to the woman.

Lyo watched the woman stepped up to him. He glared down at her outstretched hand. "Don't waste your breath, I don't care to know your name." He snapped, a fierce glare still playing on his features.

Gregory choked violently for a moment, before clearing his throat. "No, no, no it's all our pleasure, Princess Ethelia." He bowed his head.

(WIP I may or may not add more to this lol)

This is usually one of the spots Lyo hung out at when he needed to think. It was no where near quiet, but he didn't need quiet to problem solve. His large hand swallowed the cup whole. His glare sweept the room, as he took a sip of his ale. He was half paying attention, half thinking. Gregory should be the one thinking of their next steps, but Lyo didn't trust him. There had been plenty of times Lyo disagreed with a plan Greg had come up with. Splitting the group of hunters in half.

They could lay low for a few months, but they had to figure out more than just that. Like what are they to do if some of the mens are arrested. What they were doing was beyond illegal, and could get them all beheaded if they were caught. The good thing was, there was much too many of them for her to have memorized their faces. Plus, some did have their hoods up, hiding their identities. He also would have noticed a giant dragon following them, if she did follow them. Which he was sure she hadn't. He'd come up with something at some point. He always did. The male was clever.

(Sorry short having a bit of writers block)

Seeing as Lyo had ditched his brother, Alaric had to deal with the animals. The stable hand knew how to put away the wagon, back to its original form. Although, Lyo would have to patch up the spear. Since he only broke one chain link, he only had to fix one link. The spear itself would have be tested to make sure it was still working properly, then reassembled in the large makeshift crossbow. It was time consuming, but slowly Lyo was created an efficient, lethal weapon. A weapon all dragons would begin to fear.

The dragon hunters didn't travel in groups. That attracted unwanted attention. Each of the wagons had hidden areas stretched out among miles. It was too difficult to conceal those wagons in one area. The hunters didn't have one set area that was their hideout. They did have a meet up location, but it changed every so often.

When they had reached the town, Torrin the enormous Kodiak bear took off down a hidden path. That path lead to the brothers secluded cabin. Near the cabin was a large building made of stone. Lyo and Alaric built with their bare hands from the bottom up. The building was meant to prevent ruin from dragon fire. Wooden buildings were very much susceptible to dragon fire and would come down with a single spark.

The large stone building housed a multitude of animals. Although, the tamed beasts did not spend their entire day enclosed. They had free range of the wilderness, but some choose not to leave. Keeping close to their humans. Their humans being Alaric and Lyo. Beast taming was a dying craft. In all the brothers years and travels they've never meet another human with tamed beasts like theirs.

The stone building wasn't just a safe haven for their animals, but Lyo's lair. His lair being a large workshop. Parchment papers strewn about the road, some hung on the walls with daggers. A multitude of weaponry, some one of a kind. The inventor being Lyo. Would he share his crafts with the public? Absolutely not. They were his inventions. He'd use them as he pleased. He usually liked to improve his inventions the best he could, adding and removing pieces. Seeing what worked best and what didn't work. Creating lethal weapons of war with his bear hands. The workshop had a large forge that was running 24/7, making the room immensely hot. The kind of heat that made you sweat instantly with one step in. Alaric wasn't a fan of the forge so he didn't normally go downstairs to his brothers workshop. Plus, the room was pad locked.

Alaric worked to remove the armor off Torrin. His hands quickly working to unbuckle the strap around the bears chest. Torrin nipped at Alaric's tunic. "Stop it, Torrin." There was humor in the males voice as he spoke to the animal. Torrin snorted, shaking his thick fur as the armor was lifted off him. "There you go." Alaric chuckled, as he hauled the heavy armor away. Putting it away in its respect spot. The armor was of course another hand crafted invention of Lyo. It took months, but it was worth it, as it's saved the bears life on a few occasions. Kodiak bears weren't easy to kill, add armor into the mix and the odds of winning against Torrin were easily zero. The armor itself was unique and one of a kind. Who makes armor for animals? No one. Besides Lyo.

Torrin clambered over to one of the beams, rubbing back against it. His sharp claws clacking against the stone floor. Alaric chuckled at the animals antics. The male walked over to the stables. Peaking over he glanced at the horses. They owned about five large war horses. They bred them, to make some money on the side. War horses like theirs were not cheap. The bloodline was sought after. Gathering some hay, he began cleaning out their waters and passing out their food. He hummed a tune, while he worked to care for the animals. He left one of the large barn doors a jar, in case Torrin wanted to leave for the night.

The building was large and almost maze like. Many large enclosures within. Most if not all were empty. That was the thing about beast taming. These animals were still wild at heart, there was no such thing as keeping them captive. As long as the animals were able to hunt on their own they were allowed to go as they pleased. At the end of day almost all of them returned at some point. Some were a little more attached to the men and stuck around most days following them on their travels and such. Torrin was one of the attached animals, only leaving for meals if the men didn't provide a deer carcass for them.

Alaric went around doing his rounds to end the night. Torrin following closely behind where ever he could fit his giant body. Alaric was much shorter than his foster brother, Lyo, standing at 5ft 10in. The two men were drastically the opposite of each other. Alaric was fair skinned, shaggy brown hair, and Forrest green eyes. Even personality wise they were different. Alaric was an extrovert, and Lyo was introverted. Yet, the two got along well.

(Sorry I got nothing for Lyo right now lol, so I'm using Alaric right now XD)

The pub was quickly growing louder and more crowded. This pub was the go to location for the end of the night when everyone was finishing up their work day. It wasn't like there was much for entertainment in this shabby town. The town was basically dead to the big city next door. None of those city dwellers really adventured out down here. It wasn't as if the small town was far either.

Lyo never bothered glancing up each time the doors to the pub swung open as people entered. The population was ridiculous small, so everyone knew everyone. Well, they were aware of each other. Not everyone was a friendly town-goer wanting to get to know their neighbors and such. Lyo and Alaric had moved here about five years ago, yet not a single person in this town knew anything about the two men. Only that Lyo was a hot-headed asshole and Alaric was a friendly happy-go-lucky man. Quite the duo they were. Hell, the town people couldn't even tell you where the two men lived, as they would simply disappear into the thick forest growth that surrounded the village. They were completely oblivious to the giant creatures the two men took under their wing.

Lyo's striking amber gaze was trained on a painting that was on the opposite wall. The muscles in his arms bulged as he crossed on the table. One hand swirling the ale in his mug. A few ideas had come to him. When the time came he'd set them into action. He'd been sitting there for a few hours now at this point. Simply thinking, strategizing a cunning plan of action.

The pub doors swung open again for the hundred time tonight. Lyo dragged his gaze over to the man approaching. None other than Alaric, his brother. Alaric sent a goofy smile to his foster brother, as he approached. Lyo's glare remained, unwavering as he watched his brother. Alaric pulled the chair out across from Lyo before plopping himself down with a huff. "Got the horses situated. No thanks to you." Alaric snatched his brothers mug from his hand and began chugging the rest of its contents. Setting it back down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Lyo rolled his eyes at him. "Because it would kill you to do it this once." His tone bored. As if sensing the arrival of Alaric, the same woman that had served Lyo his drink earlier, scurried over to bring new mugs to the men. Alaric voiced his thanks, and Lyo simply slid a few coins into her hand.

"I'll be right back." Lyo stood up to his full height, announcing his departure. He'd been drinking consistently since he first arrived. In desperate need to relieve himself. He wasn't even close to be drunk, or tipsy for that matter. Being his size, it would take an elephant sized jug of ale to give him a buzz. If anything ale just made him fuzzy and warm inside. A feeling he quite enjoyed from time to time.

Gripping the low beam with his large hand, he ducked his head. The building clearly was made for average sized people. Not very 6ft 6in friendly. The crowd of people parted like the red sea, as he made his way towards the exit. A deep glare living rent free on his features as he glanced at the people who moved out of his way. Stepping out, the breeze hit his skin. Blowing his cloak back slightly. Making his way to the back of the building, he made a bee line towards the forest. He didn't bother going to far in to relieve himself. The perks of being a man. You can pee anywhere. Pausing at a tree trunk, he leaned one arm onto the trunk. He sighed, as he relieved himself.