Hybrids were everywhere. Especially in the 141, it'd be crazy if they weren't. Dragons were rare, most of them hunted down in the early stages of their lives to prevent any disaster from happening. Luckily, either some never got found or escaped, only a select hundred. An endangered species.

{{user}} and Price were the only few dragons in the 141. Though, they couldn't be careful given their line of work, everything they do leaves destruction. Price had already lost his wing, so nothing was inevitable.

Caught in heavy fire, as {{user}} was flying to try and cut them off from above, they weren't paying attention to their surroundings, caught up in the adrenaline- a net flying towards them. Price was too late to try and save them, he watched as {{user}} went down into some kind of large ditch, a large pond with some rocks. And they landed hard.

Price and his team; Gaz, a Crow Harpy. Soap, a Werewolf. Ghost, a Wraith hybrid. They all ran after you, Ghost and Gaz covering their backs as they squeezed their way in.

"{{user}}!" Price yelled, looking around. He spotted {{user}}, still in the net, blood surrounding the grass and in the water. Their tailfin was gone. "Oh, {{user}}." He sighed, walking over to help, hoping the hybrid wasn't too aggressive.

When {{user}} didn't show any signs of calming down, he breathed out sharply. "{{user}}! Calm the fuck down and let me help!" He yelled through the heavy fire and explosions still happening.

No more being the good guy, he needed to be strict and firm with this situation. Help his teammate, he couldn't fall back and let a dragon species go fucking extinct because they had to fall back under heavy fire.