Yolaghun tried to makes heads or tails of what the one man was saying. He caust faint hints of different pheromones, or something similar, that were trying to edge his emotions in a particular direction.
"Fos'lah'los'daar?" It was rather convenient though. Because of it, he was able to get a gist of what the creature was trying to say. The metal thing was a friend? So, was it alive or sentient? That was rather intriguing.
And apparently the man was asking for help with the people they were fighting. Why would they need his help? Or, perhaps, it was a sport, and they were offering to let him in. He had no idea what the rules were, but he appreciated how nice and friendly they were being. But then, something happened. There was a ruckus, and the other man - the one who had pointed some funny-looking metal stick at him - started saying something then ran off. Apparently, one of them had gotten injured. She was bleeding pretty badly as one of the other guys hauled her to the big metal creature.
The man who had injured her looked bizarre. He didn't have carapace or scales. Instead, he seemed to be wearing two sets of skin, the outer layer of which was on fire, and he quickly threw it off. How peculiar. Temporarily disregarding the funny, thin man, Yolaghun strode up to where the injured woman was in the metal creature. The thing was quite large, even to him. He gave a respectful nod of his head to the woman inside. They didn't seem to take it as an insult, so it should help them know he was trying to be friendly.
Suddenly, something hit his scales. What was that? He felt it again. He turned to look. The thin man was using a stick to launch little pieces of metal at him. And it really stung! Annoyed, Yolaghun took to the air, landing in front of the man, who looked surprised, but completely unafraid. Actually, he looked... angry. Perhaps even a bit feverish? Yolaghun glared down at him.
"Ofan'zu'u'aan'dahrin'fah'daar!" he commanded the man.
In response, the man shot more of the pellets at him, which stung even more up close. This time, Yolaghun was getting quite angry. He let out a deep growl, felt a warm burning in the pit of his stomach, and roared with a vicious blast of blue fire at the skinny man. Both the metal stick and a good chunk of the man's torso were completely gone. Yolaghun turned around to walk away, when he heard a screech and was hit full in the back by a blast of lightning. Yolaghun roared from the pain. He turned to look at the hawk that had just blasted him with lightning magick. He tried to fire blasts of fire at the bird, but it kept dodging every one of them. With another mighty shriek, the bird blasted Yolaghun with some kind of whirlwind, knocking him over. The bird dove for the man, lifting what remained in its talons and flying off. Well, at least it was gone now.
Yolaghun turned back, rubbing the sore spot where the lightning had hit him, and walked over to the man who had been communicating with him before.
"Ahrk'nu?" he asked.
