The Dragonian was still deep in sleep from his match with Neo. How long had it been: two, three days since it had ended, and yet he was out like a light?
Or maybe it's just some people are lazy.
Anywho, he began to stir. Sapphire eyes gazed up into an unfocused, azure sky. Not a single cloud cluttered the majestic beauty of the day. Light shone down onto his face, and he squinted against the rays. His hand covered over his eyes, trying to get adjusted to the light again. Slowly, he staggered onto his knees, lifting his hand to scan the area.
Doesn't look like there's anyone around...guess he left... He didn't know how long he had been out for. All he knew was that his pants were wet (not because of bodily functions), and that the ground was moist. It registered in his mind that it must've rained within the time he had been asleep. "Good, at least it cleansed my wounds." he muttered to himself as he inspected his body. His pants were tattered from the fight prior, and his body remained covered in minor scratches. But one cut crossed across his chest. He smiled. "A battle scar is always a good memory of a good fight...I tip my hat to you, Neojiisu..."
Placing on his shirt (for anyone who wants to argue against this, Neo's attack says it dissolves with hand soap and water...I just took out the soap part ^^;), he was ready for the adventures ahead. His jacket slumped over his shoulder, he sighed happily as he looked out into the horizon; there was plenty more of Eden to see, and he was going to see it all...
Footprints marked the trail of the Dragonian as he headed north, to Pellonia...