TodoBaku - Dragon's Riches

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Well, the prince got away and Bakugo was left with nothing but giant piles of ash littering his camp. One of his tribe members had managed to catch one of the prisoners but the rest were left empty handed.

Bakugo was beyond angry, but he kept a level head, commanding everyone to grab whatever they could find before they moved again. Their location had been blow so the only option now was to find a new camp and restart.

Before leaving, Bakugo gave the dragon the only human they had caught so that the creature would let them safely leave. He didn't want to waste such a thing but was left with no choice, leaving the camp with a boiling rage.

He hated moving.

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Bakugo's three rules to having a proper camp:
1. It needed to be far away from any towns of cities
2. It needed to have a proper water source i.e. lake, stream
3. It needed to have proper coverage, a we see you but you don't see us sort of thing

Finding this was hard, and Bakugo's tribe moved around for three weeks until they found the proper place. There they settled down quickly, recreating their old camp easily. It was safe to say that had to move around quite a bit because of these sorts of things.

Soon they were back to things as usual, setting up traps around the camp and collecting people if they ever found any wandering around the forest, unsuspecting of the things that lurked inside. These were usually Seekers in their sixteens or seventeens, going out to the Land of Wealth and Power in search of adventure and a good, happy life.

Two months later and Bakugo, yet again, had enough humans to sacrifice to the dragon. His tribe had another feast that night and the next day they were going on their four day journey to the dragons den.

Bakugo decided to only take Koda, Jiro, and Sero with him, leaving the rest to take care of the camp. Plus, he needed people who weren't so noisy so that the dragon wouldn't get angry and, while Jiro and Sero weren't the quietest people, they knew when they needed to shut up. As for Koda, well, Bakugo had never even heard him speak, so he seemed like the best bet.

They were all decent in a fight, as you had to be to be part of Bakugo's tribe, so he had enough faith they would at least be able to fight off any bandits that might pop out, though they couldn't beat Bakugo in a hundred years.

A day into the trip, and they had already made more headway than Bakugo thought, so he decided to let everyone rest for the night. Keeping ten prisoners in line between the four of them was no easy task, but, thankfully, they had starved them out, so they had no fight in them but that meant they couldn't walk worth a damn.

Bakugo rested his back against a tree, letting the members of his tribe sleep while watching the prisoners, some half-awake and some asleep, while also keeping note of his surroundings. Again, he cursed that damned prince for escaping so long ago. If he hadn't left and made such a mess of his camp he wouldn't have had to go through all this.

Bakugo felt his eyes drooping slightly and knew it was time to switch watch. He moved to sit up when he felt a blade against his throat, edging along the skin and leaking a thin line of blood. A figure followed it, breath heating against Bakugo's skin as he caught a glimpse of who it was in the corner of his eyes.

Red and white hair.

Think of the devil and he shall appear.

"Don't move," he whispered against Bakugo's ear."Do or say anything and I'll kill you."

"The fuck is this? Has the prince come out to offer himself as a sacrifice to me?" Bakugo asked, not afraid of the princes threats. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done it already.

"Don't test my patience," the prince whispered back, pushing the knife deeper into Bakugo's neck.

While he had the princes attention, Bakugo barely moved his foot, just lightly tapping against Sero's arm which laid right under him. He left the man stir a bit and hoped he wasn't seen.

"Just get up quietly, you're coming with me," the prince murmured, moving the blade under Bakugo's chin so he would follow him upwards.

"Like hell I'll do as you say! I take orders from no one!" Bakugo shouted just as Sero got up, moving the princes knife away from Bakugo and pushing him away.

Suddenly they were surrounded on all sides, the princes lackeys popping out and attacking at every angle. At this point, Jiro and Koda had noticed the commotion, getting up and joining the fight. They abandoned the prisoners, moving to take action against the initial threat.

While Jiro, Koda, and Sero covered the other lackeys, Bakugo focused his energy, and anger, on the prince in front of him. To say he was pissed about what happened last time they came in contact would be an understatement. He didn't care what the princes true goals were, all he wanted to do was kill him.

"You bastard," Bakugo growled, stepping closer to the prince."You really think you can get away after what you did to my camp? I'll kill you!"

With a sword now in his hand, he lashed out at the prince, sending a slash right to his middle that was quickly countered by the prince who used his strength to push Bakugo back and flip his sword, aiming a precise cut right down the side of Bakugo, which he dodged.

Bakugo instantly noticed the princes properness in the way he handled the sword, his form and technique stiff and practiced, completely different from Bakugo's. It was not bad, in fact, his gabs and slashes were dangerously faster than his, and Bakugo had a few close calls as he faced off against him.

With the mind fully focused on the man in front of him, he had no idea what was going on behind him but just hoped his other tribe members hadn't been killed off yet. He had no choice but to fully imbed himself into the fight at hand.

The prince sent a quick gab to Bakugo's middle, and he didn't have enough time to react before it was jammed into his side, right through the right side of his stomach. Bakugo clenched his teeth together and pressed on but at that point it was to late, he had already lost.

After a couple more hits from the prince, Bakugo was reigned powerless as he was pinned down into the forest bed, the prince holding him down and discarding his weapon. Bakugo could feel himself fazing out, the lack of blood getting to his head as he struggled to stay awake. What was going on? Where was his strength going?

"Just give up, there's nothing more you can do," the prince said from above him, but Bakugo still resisted until he didn't have the strength to do so.

The last thing he heard was the prince shouting orders at his lackeys, something about the prisoners Bakugo was holding.

Ah, there goes all his hard work...again.