Astra awoke with a screaming headache, secured to a metal table around
which various horrifying instruments with blades and needles are attached
to rolling stands. She could hear a whistling from the other side of the
chamber. "La da da, a dragon-slayer we create, la da la, hopefully she
doesn't horribly mutate and die." It was clearly Belboz, dreadfully
composed, and horrifying in its implication. Astra struggled in her bonds, but she was secured to the table by thick metal manacles. They do rattle, however, prompting footsteps in her direction. Belboz appeared, wearing a lab coat smeared with various filth and grinning ear to ear. "Hello my dear!" he said cheerfully. "Sorry about drugging you and all that, but although our purposes are similar you were ill equipped to take on the dragon in your current state. We are going to fix that!" Belboz clapped his hands, and reached down to some tray out of sight. When his hand reappeared it had a rather large syringe. Although Astra had never seen a syringe of that advanced type before, she knew it was not good. "Belboz, stop!" she pleaded, "we have the same enemy. let me help you!" "I will, I will," agreed Belboz, "just as soon as you are properly enhanced for the job." He then plunged the needle into her stomach, and Astra blacked out, sinking into a narcotic haze.
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