You were running through the forest, making your escape. You, a regular archer, had managed to piss off the Red Dragon Tribe. also known as, Bakugō’s and Kirishima’s tribe.

You continued running, attempting to dodge all the bushes and branches. Until, you reached an empty and open spot and tripped on overgrown roots. It wasn’t long until the wind blew the leaves and grass, indicating that Kirishima, the drago shapeshifter, was arriving.

The red dragon landed on the ground. Bakugō, a barbarian, jumped off its back. The dragon turned into a humanoid figure with red, spikey hair, tail, and horns. it chuckled quietly as Bakugō pointed his blade towards you. the sharp bit of it almost hitting your face as you laid down.

“Give up, archer. You know damn well you’re no match with my tribe.”

The barbarian says, pushing his blade closer. You two.. well, three, had quite a lot of history. always bickering and all that.