Like the Gentle Breeze (Meet the Wind Dragon.)

Silas Dumas, was a laid back fellow. No matter what he faced he always just flowed with the motions of life. Drifting across the world like the gentle breeze, at least for the most part. The Wind Dragon simply rolled in a weave to one side as a large angry man swung a fist at his face. One hand lazily holding his hat atop his head, as him spun in order to avoid a sheering swing of a small metal blade that yet another man had brought. The two men didn't relent, moving in and attacking trying to land a blow on the green haired man, but he ducked and dodge and jumped out of the way without much effort.

The two men started to tire, Silas could see it in their eyes. How foolish attempt against him seemed to be. Shaking his head, in disappointment Silas finally burst into action. A hand snatching the knife as it was swung once more in a flash of movement and spinning in the blade came across in a arc to slash both men. Blood would pour, and Silas jumped back from the two men as the hit the ground. Not wanting to be covered by blood. Shaking his head once more, the dragon tossed the knife over his shoulder and casually walked away as if nothing had happened. Walked down the street in the open, were the whole event had just taken place, a graceful yet uncaring swagger to his step.