Anri Hoshino

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through when transporting; undoing the hobbles so I could walk, attaching a heavy chain leash to my Anri Hoshino gallery collar, and manacling my hands behind my Anri Hoshino gallery back. Syrin hoisted me into the air with one arm, setting me down on my Anri Hoshino gallery hooves, and walked me into the practice area. He drove a long metal spike into the ground and chained my Anri Hoshino gallery leash to it, so I had about twenty feet of radius in which to walk. Then he "Stretch out and warm up, slave. Now we have some time to see how good you really are," Syrin ordered. I complied, watching my odds. I was still wearing the bridle, so it would be very hard to use any of my Anri Hoshino gallery magical powers. If I killed Syrin, the dragonmage would hold me while the others would close in with their spears and kill me off. Syrin didn't give me any time to think about working the spike I came out of the match a singed mass of bruises. Syrin, like all dragons, took too long and was too obvious about breathing fire. His flames never more than licked me while I flipped aside and inside his guard to stab at him. Once he quit bothering with his fire, his style of fighting was just too solid for me to defeat; he had too much reach over me, too much strength, and enough speed and skill to be invincible. He pinned me once, honestly, at about twenty minutes into our fight, his needlepoint teeth pricking my Anri Hoshino gallery neck until I slapped the ...(cont.)
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