Nauseous from the lingering stench and thought of the man who was eating rotten food, Kon doubled over with his stomach churning threatening to evacuate his breakfast and more. Out of respect for the citizens around him growing in number as the tournament was ramping up, Kon departed the tournament grounds albeit briefly in the hopes to create space between him and them before he vomited all over the place. Unfortunately, he had been intercepted by a young couple who had survived a demonic incursion which Kon had stopped, they wished to give their thanks introducing themselves as Gloria and Quinn, however, he was unable to respond only nodding as they spoke to him, before rushing to a corner and falling to his knees unleashing a torrent of bile and food fragments. The smell was absolutely revolting, made worse due to his draconic senses, Gloria rushed to his aid, while Quinn looked over the incident trying to move onlookers away from the unsightly display. Unrelenting it continued for what seemed hours reducing to little more than water though something much bigger was struggling to come out.
As it drew closer up his body, going through his neck, Kon’s vision began to darken as it remained stuck, unable to breath, the woman wacked him repeatedly to little avail. Failing to draw a single breath, Kon fell unconscious, laying in a pool of his own vomit before the object left his lips, his dragon lacrima. Appearing to reject its host, the lacrima without any force began to roll away at staggering speeds before disappearing entirely. Hoping to find a medic, doctor, anyone that could help resuscitate the dragon slayer, Gloria left the scene, leaving only Quinn to guard over the mage. He would not be enough however being equally knocked out albeit with a shift blow to the head, by an unknown individual. Kon’s now limpless body, completely unprotected, gave their attacker unparalleled access to his belongings.
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