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 Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 3:53 pm
((And two weeks later... I'm like 'Gotta find a way to make up for all of the time and stuff that's happened. *Coughs.* Alrighty... let's try this.))
One less arm, one person unconcious, and god only knew what other injuries had happened since. What with acid flying, dragons being thrown, and... he didn't even want to think about it.
There was only one reason he hadn't charged at the dragon yet. Experience said it didn't work, he'd tried that before. Certainly with less than optimal results, the way to get things done was to figure out a proper approach. Not that any seemed presentable with the dragon. He knew enough about a dragon's scales to know it was tough and hard to deal with, much less do damage with. No sword to help with the matter, that wasn't going to work. Not that he had time to be thinking about what wouldn't work, not everyone was bothering to assess the situation.
Ymir was slightly surprised by the lack of action, but not at all eased by it. When acid ended up being rained down he'd needed to block it, earning more than a few painful burns along his wings and side, not that Keanu hadn't done the same shielding his face with the metal that he now kept wrapped along his arms, he was simply spared the burns by Ymir's sacrifice. Still, it wasn't any good, even as the older dragon's showed. The black seemed all the more furious.
No, she was taking to the sky now, and that meant less people to fight her, as well as a hightened area for where she could throw acid. There was no more time to try and think, she needed to be taken out of the air. "Ymir. Her wings..?" The dragon grumbled slightly knowing what it meant as he shifted his own a bit painfully. It pained him, but not nearly enough to keep him from helping. "Just get me up to her back and be careful." He added as he easily jumped up onto the dragon's back. "Keep an eye on the injured."
Ymir wasn't too pleased with that last suggestion due to the fact it meant leaving Keanu on his own right next to the queen of anger, but he did agree with the idea. She wasn't anything close to good so the dragon held little remorse for the black and had no issue with trying to cause her to crash to the ground. A few quick flaps and the dragon was up in the air, taking a second to gain enough altitude before making a beeline for the black, aiming more for taking a snap at her wings and flying over than anything. That would allow for Keanu to try jumping onto her back to do his own damage as well as hopefully avoid too much retaliation from the black.
As Ymir drew closer Keanu shifted to prepare to try and make use of the fact he did have fairly strong legs. He'd be able to try and catch the nitches between scales with his claws, so as long as he didn't miss completely, which he wouldn't. He wasn't about to fail at that. It was just timing, and... "Be careful." With that he shifted as the dragon flew directly over the black, and jumped ready to catch on if he slipped even the slightest. Falling wasn't an option afterall.
((Did I mention my kids kind of nuts? No? Sorry... >-> ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 4:09 pm
Flower was... overjoyed to say the least. Oh yes, that was definitely it. Practically howling with laughter as the newt's arm was ripped off and spat at the owl before that one too was slammed into a wall. Oh god, this was hilarious. This was why humans were so pathetic, they couldn't do anything. Especially not on their own. His attitude changed little until more groups began to show with the aid of other dragons.
Pathetic, reinforcements. That was the only way they'd manage anything. With a huff the small black quickly eyed the area, looking for a target. One was found too, in the injured Keir. Oblivious to the fact he'd previously been a possibly target for the snake-like girl the dragon began stalking closer to the dragon as it began to try and pick itself up.
Ah yes, this was the one who'd had the gall to try and challenge him, well he'd first leave him dead then move onto the other's. How dare they try to harm his precious mother in the name of humans. "Filth." The dragon spat as he drew closer to the slightly larger dragon. "Though he did paint the floor a lovely colour, didn't he." The black practically snickered at the mental image that once more floated up. "Wouldn't you adore the same for yourself?" Flower wasn't aware of much else besides his soon to be 'victim' as he lovingly dubbed Keir.
Then without saying much else he quickly lunged for the other dragon, ready to try and rip the his kin apart. Teeth or claws, it didn't matter, he'd shred that dragon anyway he could for being such a traitorous beast. Of course, Keir was likely to have something to say about all of that as well.
Revon... Had simply been backing away slowly since being told to come closer, over to the group. No, no, no this wasn't right. This was all his fault. He'd already started hyperventilating from the lack of ability to cope with everything as first Chath's arm was torn and then Ligeia was sent flying. This was his fault... somehow it had to be. Flower was in his care and he'd failed to prevent him from hating people. That was what began things like this...
He'd managed to retreat slowly to a wal, bumping into it by the time Auloll began to spit acid at everyone else, by the time true chaos broke out. He slumped down to the ground, wings sagging into a a puddle of feathers behind him as he simply stared wide eyed. No. This shouldn't be happening. He flinched as the dragon tossed down the other smaller black, leaving it a mess on the ground. Why couldn't he have been like that? Friends.
He swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath as he hunted for the other figure he knew to be his own dragon. It wasn't far off, inching closer to the other injured dragon. And flinching interally as he knew there wasn't anything he could do. Flower wouldn't listen. He'd never once listened and now... It was causing all of this. He twitched at the idea, a new wave of guilt washing over him. This was his fault, Auloll wouldn't have been so mad if Flower hadn't said things. Why couldn't he do anything right?
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:51 am
The small black as he had been referred to had all but forgotten about Flower amongst the chaos of fighting Auloll though as Flower approached it was immediately brought back to his attention how badly injured he was. Head held low to the ground as he listened to the taunt that Flower flung at him, a low growl issuing from his throat.
The newt will live. Unlike others, he has the skills to bring himself back alive from the brink of death. He hissed in retort though he hadn't seen Chath's condition since the start of the attack he knew his boy would be alive. He had seen Chath's regeneration skills first hand, though he hadn't been aware of him loosing an entire arm. He attempted to flap his broken wing and failed, the useless limb dragging on the ground, he knew that it would get in his way and he was already worn out from the previous fight.
I'd prefer to see your color spilled out onto the floor. Surprising that now you choose to attack while dear mommy was being chased away by mere fledglings. You spineless wyrm. He flung the verbal taunt back at Flower, as if trying to gather enough strength to defend himself. Acidic drool puddled on the floor with a burning hiss below his jaw. He would wait, launching himself at the slightly smaller black would prove fruitless, he doubted he would be able to hit him with his wing dragging along.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:58 am
Flower was just a... baby. An evil, spineless baby, but one nonetheless, and Tyven stop her almost futile [yet annoying] attack on Aullol to swing the gun toward the stalking little black. Practically running closer, she bypassed Zyanya and Terpsichore, speaking up.
"Ask your dragons to kill the pink raven's beast."
She seemed to have no qualms about such a thing. Flower didn't even notice them coming, the snake could see he was too busy snarling at Keir in his own language.
Revon, though, he could probably see them approaching, the gun aimed at his young dragon. "Get away from Keir." Her voice was a low hiss, lavender eyes narrowed. That was Chath's dragon.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 12:00 pm
Ter looked a little surprised at the strange order he was given by the purple girl. Have their dragons kill the pink raven's... He looked over in that direction then a bit of a smirk spread over his lips, "Hey! Baroness. Someone is stealing your fun." He called to his Wyvern. If she choose to listen to him or even knew what he meant he had no idea...
Baroness didn't seem to be paying attention, eyes on something and she almost seemed to be laughing to herself. Haha! That idiot black flew like a rock didn't he? Maybe if he landed on his face he would end up more attractive...? She looked over at Ter a moment, then back wondering what in the world he was talking about, not even catching half of his words. No doubt he had more meaningless tasks for her? He eyes widened as she watched the bright purple thing approaching the show she'd been watching. She wasn't aiming her strange weapon at Keir? No at something else that was... HEY!
The wyvern had never been more angry then this moment, half because she kept following orders given to her by her child and because someone was trying to steal something rightfully hers! She muttered some draconic curses as she hurried on forward in a huff. No, no, no!
"You! Black Dragon!" She spat out at Flower, eyes narrowed, "I already have first dibs on that one's hide! If you kill him first I will kill you! It wasn't like she wanted to save Keir mind you, she wanted to save Keir for herself! He scarred her wings and she was going to have revenge for that one day through her own means, if another got to him first then she would be left empty handed, not something she would allow!
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