It was likely something between arrogance, daring, and maybe even stupidity but as he saw a trio of Ayrala dragons fly over head Eyphah found himself thinking 'I can take them' before he started to follow along after the trio of them. There were three of them, leaving him severely out numbered, but at the same time he'd been able to take out two of them given enough time and effort, so how would three of them be that much harder? It was a thought that would get him in trouble one day, most likely, but he was a very determined creature, one that had a goal in mind, one that helped him to acheive things that few could do. Victory was a lot easier to achieve when you had a grand reason for chasing after that victory and Eyphah's goal was one that he was willing to fight and kill for, not caring how many dragons he had to defeat and devour to reach his goal. One day in a future, a day that was slowly creeping closer to him, he would be Drakeinian and he had a feeling that a Drakeinian feared nothing. As such there was no reason that he should fear something as simple as a battle that was stacked against him. If he was the one that was leading the charge, the one that got to strike the first blow, he felt that he would be able to better handle this battle and make sure that it went in the direction that he wanted it to go in. The first step was following after the trio of Ayrala until they touched down, once they did he would see about making the first of what he hoped would be many good, clean kills.
It took some time for them to finally find a place to land that was big enough for all of them but the moment they did the Diabi Drakein crouched down behind an outcropping of rocks, watching the three of them closely, before he spotted the weakest of them. Slipping forward slowly toward them... and then only when he felt he was closer enough did he charge at them, throwing his full weight into the first attack. His powerful jaws snapped down on the neck of the weakest of the three Ayrala and he twisted around, swinging himself up onto the creature's back, causing it's neck to snap... and the dragon collapsed into a heap that was soon crumbling away into nothing, leaving just a skeleton and an orb behind. The Diabi lifted head up, roaring a roar that could be heard for some distance before he threw himself off the first dragon and onto the second one's back, tearing into it with his scythe like claws.
As he attacked the second of the Ayrala the third one decided to join the fray, coming at him, teeth barred, wings opened in a wide manner that was meant to intimidated. The Diabi turned to look toward the third on, tail snapping toward it, the blade like spine at the end slashing deep into that Ayrala, causing it to to stagger around from the attack. The moment the attack was made against the third dragon Eyphah's attention was back on the second one, focusing once more on that one. He needed to finish it off before the third one was able to recover. It was a bit of a task, this one was a bit on the bigger side, probably an older male if he had to guess, but it didn't matter. Even if it was an Ayrala King he would still finish if off. He had to admit he was curious to see if the bigger dragons had bigger orbs, something he figured he'd seen once the dragon was finished off. Several more deep gouges with his curved scythe claws and he was jumping off the second Ayrala's back as it collapsed into a heap, twitching and flailing for a moment before it started to crumble away. He didn't have time to enjoy the victory though as the third one seemed to have recovered and was once more coming for him.
Another battle began, the two combatants both already injured going into it, but Eyphah's adrenaline seemed to be pumping through him, had him fighting that much harder. Sure, he was starting to tire a little, but that wasn't going to slow down or stop. If anything he was going to keep on going until he was able to finish off this final dragon and then he would have three beautiful orbs to add to his growing collection. With this thought in mind, one that helped Eyphah greatly in driving him forward so that he could continue his onslaught against the final of the three Ayrala. It was a difficult sort of battle, especially given his waning strength, and then in the end, as it collapsed, he did too, landing in a heap, panting heavily. As he lay there on the ground on his side, his glowing eyes watching the dragon as it crumbled away, he felt himself fading too. He was far too tired to stay awake any longer, needed to recover after that battle which took everything out of him. He knew it was a terrible idea, to sleep out in the open amongst so many skeletons like this, especially since it meant his orbs were in danger, but he just couldn't keep his eyes open. He could only hope that nobody dared to mess with him or his orbs while he slept or he would have to eat them later.
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