It was coming to the end then, and it was going to end in ichor. Malcarreth's mind wandered to the next Fall and a quick count of those still in the air gave him the distinct impression that Second Wing would not be in a position to face it. With that in mind he supposed it was logical to go after his brown wingmates so that he didn't weaken another wing and anyway - to put it like a hatchling - they'd started it with him. Time to finish it if he could, for both of them if he could.
Malcarreth said and, with a high challenging call, he lunged at Calanoth again.
Venaith (attacking Vespeth) Roll: (first action) Size 27ft: -3 Last interaction: +1 Sereth's Favor: +4 Hp: 6 Total for round: 2 Total distance: 67
Fight? Just like that? Well that wasn't...but no.It was what she wanted and he knew exactly who he would take down. Venaith trumpeted and turned in the air, his small form still moving spryly compared to the larger modern dragons. His attention was drawn by a voice calling his attention. There, Regulith, his clutchmate, his brother and also his competition was at his side offering an uncommon, but welcome alliance in this stage of the flight. Venaith sent him a wordless feeling of acceptance and appreciation as he turned to add his strength to their attack. Sereth, we fight together for your glory and honor! The presence of the one who has harmed you will not be tolerated any longer!
Calanoth Striking back at Malcarreth Roll: N/A (3/3 actions left) Size 37ft: -2 Partook in Evmeth’s flight: -1 Sereth's Favor: +1 Blooded a Kill: +10 HP: 8 Total for round: +1 Total distance: 29
Calanoth dodged the blue's double attack with a brush of amusement and screamed his own challenge back at his wingmate. He then lunged forward again, teeth snapping even as he saw Pycath turning on Malcarreth as well.
(Vespeth: Rolls: Response, Attacking back Hp: 7 2 damage - Regulith 4 damage - Venaith Dice go Reg then Ven - Always who attacked first, etc Distance: 50+ 10 for blooding = 60 )
Vespeth crackled, eyes whirling in glee and met them both in a flair of claws and teeth, her hide nearly scratch free as she broke away. She crooned, swirling in the air as she turned to meet the bloody pair.She licked ichor, a small goddess of battle rage.
Venaith (strike back Vespeth) Roll: N/A (2/3 actions left) Hp: 2 Total distance: 67
Both of their aims had been off and Venaith veered hard to try and avoid her quick retaliation but once again his hide was torn wide open and ichor splattered his hide. He huffed in dismay, the whirling purple of flightlust stained by tinges of yellow and grey. He couldn't let her get the best of him! He had to fight back! For Sereth! He had to be here for her!
Urges warred between the instinct to chase Sereth down, the desire to please her, and his determination to teach Vespeth a lesson. He roared and lashed out wildly in a desperate attempt to avoid her claws a second time.
Venaith (attacking Vespeth) Roll: Second Action (1/3 actions left) Hp: 2 Total distance: 67
Satisfaction flooded his mind as he felt the impact between their bodies. I will tell you again. This is not your flight! His head shot forward, going for a vicious bite.
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1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 4:23 pm
(Vespeth Response: Attacking Back Hp: Distance: 60 )
She laughed, heavy and low. She failed the dodge, ichor in her eyes and sunk her claws in again.
She snorted and broke away, diving down to the safety of the earth.
Venaith Roll: 10 (Third Action (0/3 actions left) Size 27ft: -3 Last interaction: +1 Sereth's Favor: +4 Hp: 1 Total for round: 12 Total distance: 79
He had done it! He had forced her from the sky for her transgression against Sereth! For her attack and for her presumptions and smug conceit he had brought justice down upon her and come out on top. Venaith screamed out his victory and with the remaining dredges of his strength he turned to Sereth where she watched and pressed himself for that last bit of distance, rising to meet her if she would take him, wounded and exhausted but bubbling with pride and adoration.
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:31 am
[Malcarreth - Striking back at Pycath HP: 1/13 Roll: 2]
Calanoth's fangs sank into his shoulder, tearing a scream of anger and pain from the small blue's throat. As he pulled free he saw and felt the ichor streaming from new wounds, and though his other half down below willed him onward he knew he hadn't much more to give.
It was then that Pycath moved in for the metaphorical kill and, with another roar, Malcarreth swung to face him. If he was going down he would at least give the brown something to remember this clash by... or had he the strength left to evade? He didn't think so but C'tis did.
C'tis was right, he twisted around in the air like a strand of Thread and landed two swift blows on Pycath's sleek flank as he passed. he quipped dryly, even as streams of his ichor fluttered away on the wind.
He could not hope to take both of the browns, this he knew, but Pycath looked the weaker of them. Turning nearly end over end with a flick of his tail Malcarreth lunged at Pycath once again, trying to latch onto his back.
TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:38 am
[Pycath Striking back at Malcarreth HP: 3/15 Roll: 6]
Damn but that little blue was fast! Pycath was quick too, but he was quick for a brown not quick for a blue. The first two blows landed before he could react but as Malcarreth tried to strike him from above Pycath rolled in the air, extending his talons to meet the other male head on.
Before Malcarreth was close enough to strike him Pycath grabbed the small dragon by the forelegs and raked his back legs down his belly before the blue could even reach him. As he saw ichor bloom from fresh wounds Pycath gave a screech of victory and tossed his rival aside carelessly, already scanning the skies with purple and orange swirling eyes to seek either Sereth or his next opponent.
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[Malcarreth]
As Pycath's blows slammed home Malcarreth cried out in pain. He tried to strike back but found himself flung aside, found himself falling.
Down on his ledge C'tis snapped back to himself fully, cursed, and took off at a dead run for the healers' cavern. They'd been in vicious Flights before but this one had been something else, perhaps because Malcarreth was now considered a serious contender? Whatever the reason the results weren't good; he could feel his bondmate struggling to slow his decent, consciousness wavering. dare!>
Malcarreth hit the ground just outside the healers' complex hard and fast, ended up skidding some distance before he stumbled to a halt and collapsed into a heap. Eye whirling orange and grey he looked up into the stormy sky and with ichor soaking into the ground, and hail striking his tattered hide, he said; and allowed his head to drop to the ground.
[Bereck]
Dragons were dropping like flies, some just a bit scratched and exhausted but some with severe injuries. As another blue crash landed Bereck left the brown he had been working on with Lanika and one of the apprentices, summoning the other to join him with a jerk of his head. He was glad that Nersha had given him that warning, they were always on high alert for casualties during any gold flight of course but with Nersha's little aside to him they had been on extra high alert.
The spotted blue had some deep lacerations, the worst seeming to be on his belly. The apprentice cleansed them for him while he did a quick assessment of the next priority and then got to work on suturing the long claw wounds. "Honestly," he muttered to nobody in particular as he worked, "is all this really necessary? Really? It's sharding waste of everyone's time, effort, ichor, and our resources! As though we don't have enough to deal with from Threadfall injuries, no, these idiots have to tear one another apart over sex. It's like teenagers."
"Um, yes sir," said the hapless teenage apprentice who was swabbing away ichor to allow her Master to work. Agreeing with him was about the only thing to do when he went off on a grumble-rant, if you were an apprentice who didn't want it turned onto you at any rate.
Calanoth had let the momentum of his attack on Malcarreth to carry him past the pair just long enough to turn himself around and by the time he was in position Pycath had flung the blue aside. All that left was the two browns and the minuscule bronzes from the past who were still barely out of their shells. So far as Calanoth saw it, he only had one rival to deal with now. He finished his short arc and dove, extending his claws for Pycath. The other brown wouldn't have to search for an opponent long.
[Pycath Striking back at Calanoth HP: 3/15 Roll: 4 ]
Far be it from him to try to evade a challenge! Besides, Calanoth was far too close for him to even consider that; battered and tiring though he was his best hope was to face the other brown down. He'd taken out one of his Wingseconds, why not the other too?