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When War is Waged [GRP]; Vyse
Topic Started: Fri Dec 2, 2011 1:10 pm (280 Views)
Ahriman Lordimar
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With all speed was a phrase that few would have thought extreme until Ahriman Lordimar was driving the boat going said speed. The Ragnarok soared through the air at a speed that made the sharp northern winds cut deep at any fool that decided to tag along, and the Captain who noticed little from the helm. The fire in his belly was enough to make any frost or cold inconsequential. It was few calls for aide that he would let pass by, especially when it was an entire town in need.

"Brace for a bump, Heaving to!"
Ahriman gave little time from the first word leaving his mouth before he began turning the wheel, moving it as hard opposite of the sail as he could to turn the ship fully to it's side, Striberg slowly drifting beneath them as the ship drifted heavily through the air. The wings, sails, and sentience of the boat finally settled itself into a complete stop over the city, and the Captain took the time to survey the situation. He stepped from the wheel to move to the port side of the boat, tracing figures moving around on the ground.

He sighed, "They were resting from the looks of how the guards are setup, letting the guards catch a half a wind while they gathered their forces for an organized assault. The enemies got some brains, I'll give 'em that. No use rushing in if you're disorganized..."
He paid little attention to any of those that were even listening, aware that they had grabbed a few passengers that were more then willing to tag along and help fight for Striberg. Their reasoning mattered little, for now they were hands to be had on the front lines. He was glad that he at least knew one of them, and another was familiar at best.

Val'anye remained close to his captain, keeping his hood kept high over his head. More then a few of the crew were uncomfortable that the first mate of the ship was a drow, and trusting him with their backs in battle didn't seem to sit well with some of them. Ahriman turned to Val'anye and nodded, "Drop us off near the rear of town so any artillery they may have will have a tough time hitting you, then do the sweeps. Three runs when they're gathered up, make sure the ship takes a deep breath cause we'll need as much of it on the field as possible. I'll be taking the pup, and Mora. Elnora will stay with the ship until you've done the sweeps, then drop it off and make it to the battle as fast as possible."

The drow smiled and nodded, knowing that nothing he'd say would change how his captain would react in the battle. The man was a bit nuts when it came to battle, but he got things done, and the elf would leave it at that. He moved for the helm and prepared to move the ship over the rear end of the town, as far from the engagement as possible. There was an occasional attempt for arcane ballista to bring the ship out of the sky, but their aim wasn't impressive.

Ahriman was the first off of the boat, the ship low enough that the wolf bounded from the deck of the ship and was caught by the pirate below. He let out a grunt and dropped the hound to the ground, the creature barely noticing the action. Mora was a bit heavier, cracking the stones they used to pave the roads as the yeti made it's short trip from the boat to the ground. The Captain tugged at the rope to let the others it was safe to head down and make it to the dirt.

He glanced over his shoulder as the sounds of battle began to erupt on the other end of town. Grinding his teeth, he turned and began his run towards the battle. He was quite sure that whoever didn't know what to do would once they heard the clang of steel not far away.
Edited by Ahriman Lordimar, Wed Dec 7, 2011 7:29 am.
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Vyse had been fighting on the bridges the entire time, he and Umbriel fought in the center of the bridge, destroying anything that came close to him, the men behind him marveled at his skill and feared his power as the berserker laughed as he rode Umbriel around, few made it past him and Umbriel, and those were cut down by the troops behind him. There was a short lull in combat as the enemy retreated to catch their breath, Vyse and Umbriel though only retreated to catch their breath, the soldiers gave him a wide berth, Vyse had been fighting like a madman, his forces were by far the least. When a messenger came asking for a casualty report Vyse simply stated, "Four of ours down, around... fifty four of theirs. Take another ten men to each other bridge, they'll need it more then me, they'll probably put defensive troops here to try and tire me out, it won't work though." He turned back towards the bridge and pointed one his four blades across it to be more specific his Sarilyn Blade, "Come and rain down."

Flaming objects started fall down on the foes across the bridge, he knew that many enemies had just fallen to the barrage. He turned his head to see the messenger take more then the troops Vyse had told him, looked like some of them wanted to get away from the psychotic berserker. Vyse grimaced as he looked around, hoping for something, though his eyes caught someone running in their direction, Vyse called out, "Over here! Some of my troops went to different bridges, some reinforcement here would be great!" He looked behind him to see a frost giant along with several worgs with crystals of ice jutting out of their sides, their breath chilled the ground around it. Vyse grimaced as he got ready, he would have to take these guys on and hope reinforcements would arrive.
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Ahriman held back as he heard the call of reinforcements from the bridge, a small smile creasing over his face as he recognized the source of it. He clapped his blades together and watched as his ship started it's first pass over the battle, lightning sparking from the lupine figure-head, enemy troops being bathed in the electric dragon's breath. That would be the first of many strikes that would make these creatures regret this attack from the Ragnarok, he was sure.

And he wished to personally deliver the next. He snarled out the incantation to activate his blades as he reached the bridge of ice, rushing past the mounted man and shooting him a smirk as his blades erupted into their respective powers. The cutlass sparked with electricity, the rapier's flames lightning. His feet twisted, his leather boots finding little hold on the ice but his movements still impressive. Still, the first icy blast from the winter wolves that was coming for him barely missed, the frosty grip of it causing a slight burn of frost on his cheek.

His strikes were a flash of steel, the lightning blade raking across the creatures flank to cause it to howl and attempt to move away. Three stabs of his rapier had crippled it's front leg, and another stab painfully biting into it's midsection before it could get away from the pirate. A backwards roll brought him in front of Umbriel and out of the way of a killing blow from another of the wolves. His response came in the form of Mora, the yeti rushing past with rage in her eyes. There were few things that the winter wolves would truly fear fighting, but a yeti was one of them. Their icy strikes didn't hurt them, and their strength was enough to hurl them.
Ahriman took a steadying breath and stepped forward three paces, turning to toss another smile Vyse's way, "I believe your reinforcements have arrived. Why don't we make them regret this before beating a few new shades of blue into their leader?"
Or red, but he'd keep that to himself.

The mercenaries the pirate had brought along were all going to bridges that they each had chosen in their minds, grouping as they had been at their hiring. No more then four of them joined any one bridge, but there were plenty of enemies to go around. The whole situation made Ahriman feel more alive then he had felt in months, but something told him that there was something further in that was much stronger then the creatures out here, something that he needed to fight and to kill.

He gripped the hilts of his blades tighter and charged once again, his rapier finding four strikes before the opponent even realized he was there. By the time they turned to counter, he wasn't, and soon they weren't either as Mora's fists threw the winter wolf as hard as she could.
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Vyse smirked as he recognized the figure as Ahriman, he seemed different, he wasn't drunk for one thing and he seemed much more in tune with his thoughts. He let Ahriman charge ahead to take on the wolves, Vyse would focus on the frost giant looming over them, he and Umbriel roared as one, as they charged the giant, his large, frosted over club, swung downward at him, Umbriel nimbly hopped to the side as she ran, leaping and clawing away at his legs as Vyse cleaved off his knee caps as if he was cutting hot butter with a cleaver, he dismounted Umbriel in a flash as the giant began to fall down, Vyse drove his four blades into his chest, using his leg he kicked the giant up and off his blades. Vyse looked at the corpse and then looked to Ahriman and his yeti, they were a little farther ahead then him but out of the way for his plan.

Vyse grinned as he charged the corpse of the giant, shouting out, "Clear the way!" He leaped up and drop kicked the corpse, sending it sliding along the icy bridge, his draconic might causing it to smash through the ranks of enemies coming to the bridge, he heard someone else shouting, he turned to the side to see one of the bridges about to fall, it was the bridge closest to the stables, he growled in anger as he looked to Umbriel shouting to her and pointing to the bridge, "Protect your cubs! Go now Umbriel!" He knew she had two cubs now, she had kept them secret from him for a while, they were not fully grown but they were still to young to fight. Umbriel roared as she rushed towards to the bridge, he knew he had nothing to worry about over there, she would kill anyone coming close to the bridge and the stables that held her cubs.

He turned back to the bridge, anger painting his face as he stared at the hordes, if they didn't win not only would Striberg be lost, but Umbriel would lose her cubs. He felt his bloodwrath coming over him, though there was not enough blood, he was activating it with his own power, his eyes turned ruby red as he ran at the enemy, howling in rage and hatred at his foes.
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Ahriman rushed ahead as well, the enemies beginning to bleed away from the monsters and into the strange northern-men that seemed to have thrown their lot in with the Winter Queen. Three of them approached the Captain, the rest of them trying their luck against the yeti. None of them truly found their luck to be good that day. Ahriman waded into the three, his sense for combat in between the lot of them well beyond what they expected. The first strike whisked it's way past the Pirate's cheek, missing and causing the man to lose his balance. A quick side-step and stab of the rapier sent him falling onto his face, a cauterized stab wound burning through his calf, then another in his heart before his face fully hit the ice.
The second one got a scrape across the Pirate's forearm, finding that his attack's success was short lived. A cutlass swept under his arm, finding a hold in his chest and surging electricity through his system. Ahriman didn't give the third a chance for a gambit, spinning to draw his blade from the second he sent the man's attack flying, the rapier finding places to strike up and down the man's flank before he kicked him hard from the ice bridge.

He turned as Mora lifted one of the man into her arms and bear hugged the life from him, his allies having already been crushed by her strength. He was honestly impressed how strong a yeti could be for how very clever the creatures actually were. Ahriman was satisfied she could handle herself and continued to rush on, a smile crossing his face as more and more enemies began to spill over the bridges. He could see on the others across the ways that soldiers were meeting battle with fellow men and horrid beasts, and somehow felt he wished that Shan was there. The bard would likely get quite a story from this.
He supposed if the bard wished for a tale, a second hand account would have to do. As the Ragnarok soared over head for another pass with it's killing breath, he was quite sure that even a second hand account would be an impressive tale to tell.

He kept upon his tempo of battle, his blades working in perfect harmony as he took inch by inch of the bridge that he figured was his own. Between Vyse, Mora, a hand full of guards, and himself, at least one bridge would be adequately defended. He fell into a state of serenity, a song of naval battle finding it's way to his lips as he fought, though only in a hum. He soon found his blades moving in tempo with the song, enemies falling in a steady rhythm, occasional rises in the strikes to go along with a quickening pace of the song. He couldn't help but feel happy at the look of fear in his enemies' eyes.
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Vyse chuckled as he rushed among the stream of men rushed the bridge, his four blades hacking them apart as soon as they got with three feet of him. He could feel his bloodwrath banging in his skull as he smelled the blood, his mind was full of anger at the thought of the foes getting past them and getting to Umbriel's cubs, he roared as his bloodwrath took hold at the same time his berserker rage took hold. Any guard he had dropped as he ran forward, his blades flashing and arcing as limbs and heads went flying he roared in rage. He growled and roared like a wild beast, he saw the men stop charging, they hesitated for only a moment before charging again, only to be cut down as soon as they got near Vyse.

Vyse heard the flapping of leathery wings and the air buffeting the area as a loud roar echoed across the land. Vyse looked up to see a perfectly white dragon flying above, he wanted to kill it. He kept it in the corner of his eyes as he fought the horde attacking them, it needed to land somewhere before he could go after it, and as soon as it landed Vyse charge it, he wanted to rip it apart, kill it and end this battle. He saw a man wielding a black metal spear, he lunged at him only to see the haft of the spear be sliced in half, Vyse stepping in and hacking the head off the man. He turned his ruby red eyes to his foes, waiting for them to come at him.
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Ahriman had to admit that he was silently thankful as the third and final run of his ship passed by overhead. The ship would need to rest on the ground for a while before it could unleash it's deadly volley of electricity on anymore enemies. For now he continued his fight, his arms and legs pumping with movement after movement until his final crew-member could arrive and the two of them could cut their way into the palace. That dragon that had flown over-head, and this 'White queen' were desperately asking to taste the back side of his boot, in his opinion.
The boot was the least of what he was going to give them, he mused.

The sound of crackling thunder roared through the air as Elnora passed overhead. The thunderbird almost perfectly blended with the blue skies above, her blue feathers barely a few tints different. It began to thunder down in a rhythm, the bird aiming for the foundations of the ice bridges that the fighting was beginning to turn against the town's favor. With each clang of metal that marked someone parrying a blow from her master, a bolt of lightning struck down, something that they would flinch at. The pirate had no such weakness, having heard the blast through countless battles where he had utilized the bird as a weapon against enemy ships.

He felt his blood pumping harder, muscles on end and veins pushing against the surface of his skin. As he reached close to the end of the bridge he began to hold his ground, where Vyse's strength was holding men back, Ahriman's speed and skill amidst the lot of them was his stopping card. He looked over Vyse and huffed, nodding his head, yelling over the battle, "What say you to me collapsing the bridge? They won't be able to press on, and we can push forward and take out their leader?"

Ahriman knew that there was a chance he would not be listened to. If the man was too lost in the heat of battle then there was a chance that enemies would slip through regardless, making their presence on this side pointless beyond the shearing of enemies. That would do little to help the people of Striberg from what he could tell of the amount of creatures this White Queen had brought along on her marshaling.

He began to fight on until he got an answer, monsters and men alike beginning to swarm into him. For every wound he received he gave back a dozen more, and then some in some cases. Still, he knew that the sheer numbers of them would eventually overtake him. His stamina wasn't eternal, but he had to admit he wasn't even feeling remotely tired.
As a blade was about to find it's mark, a fighting dagger found it's way into the attacker's neck. Val'anye was next to his Captain without a word, both of his daggers drawn and his eyes glinting with the zeal of battle. Two guards from the town had joined him, both taking up positions behind the men as they began their dance of death. For every movement that Ahriman made, Val'anye's perfectly mirrored it to a degree that getting an attack on one required being attacked by the other. They were a dance of blades that would be difficult to stop.
And they both hummed the same song of war.
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Vyse heard his friend yelling at him, his eyes dimming a bit as he listened to the plan, he nodded and shouted out, "Losing myself to.... Bloodwrath, start the destruction, I'll escape it somehow!" He rushed on, seeing another giant, though this one held a large warhammer, he cleaved his way through the crowd, working his way towards the giant. When he made it to him he wasted no time and driving the hammer down at him, Vyse blocked it with one blade and hacked away at the giant's legs, sending him tumbling down. Vyse sheathed his blades and picked up the hammer, using large sweeping movements to knock away enemies, he slowly made his way back to Ahriman.

Vyse was at the halfway point to Ahriman when he leaped up, his draconic might propelling him to the point where a giant's head would be, he held the hammer upwards and slammed it down, cracking the bridge, shattering the hammer haft, and sending Vyse tumbling over the bridge to Ahriman, he looked up at him, exerting his will over his Bloodwrath, "Cracked the bridge... now make it fall." He stood up, dusting off his pants and jacket before drawing blades again, ready to defend Ahriman as he did whatever was needed to destroy the bridge.
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Ahriman had to admit that he was glad that he was on the merchant's side in this fight as he watched the spectacle, the pure strength behind the blow cracking the bridge they had used to cross. The bridge was still standing, which was impressive, but Ahriman had to admit that another strong blow like that, or even enough weight, would likely send it and whoever was atop it cascading into the chasm beneath it. He set a grim visage onto his face and nodded towards Mora, the Yeti's hands already encased in the ice that was customary of her in battle.
As the first strike from the yeti hit, a crash of lightning bit hard into the foundation of the frozen bridge. Ahriman stepped next to Vyse and began his dance of death against opponents as they came in, monsters and men alike. Val'anye stood next to his captain, continuing his roll as support, strikes coming in from the sides and beneath defenses when Ahriman didn't finish an enemy off. The guards that had joined the dark elf were awe-struck by the three fighters, but one of them had enough sense to raise her blade. Her shield tossed blows aside and her strikes were measured. Ahriman watched with some interest between blows.

Mora had broken enough of the bridge that walking over it would be suicide, the foundation of it cracked completely. Three more strikes of lightning and it began it's slow shatter followed by a cascade of ice. The sound of ice cracking and groaning in protect permeated the air until it was heard well over the sound of battle. Only a few other bridges remained, but Ahriman knew that they didn't have the time to break them down. They would have to push through and stop whoever it was that was leading this attack.
Ahriman raised his blade over his head and pointed his rapier forward, battle around him barely phasing him as his voice roared over the sound of the fighting, "Fight on, warriors of Striberg! We will take this fight to this White Queen and let her regret the day she threatened the people of Imythess! For Glory! For Freedom!"

He pressed on, a smile on his face as he could see the effects those simple words had on the soldiers around him. There were few, and honestly one of them would have fought until the last ounce of breath left him regardless, but he knew that those guards who could hear him needed to know they could win this. The fighting had been fierce and long even before the pirate had arrived, and from what he could see it was only getting worse.
So he pressed on, his cutlass working enemy defenses while his rapier struck in with deadly precision. He felt a song of battle raise on his lips once again as he worked through man and beast, blood staining his white coat red.
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Vyse grinned as he saw lightning hit the bridge's foundations as the Yeti started to smash away at the top of the bridge, it was only a matter of time before it started to collapse. Vyse heard Ahriman give a speech, he was a leader after all, which was fine by Vyse, he preferred to be a soldier on the front lines and lead by example of his brutal fighting style. His blades never stopped moving, after each attack he switched it to a thrust or parry as the mass of enemies started to attack them.

Vyse could feel the Bloodwrath inside of him and he embraced it, letting the terrible curse show it's power. It wasn't stylish, it had no form, the only things that could explain the flashing blades and flying limbs was chaos and carnage. Vyse howled and roared like a monster, cowing his foes in front of him at some points, which only allowed him to step in and slaughter them, his blades slicing through several foes if they were to close together, armor and weapons did nothing to protect from his blades. His movements had no form, he just attacked from any angle his blades were currently at, sometimes loud booms of thunder would come from his blade, but he paid it no mind, the men at the bridge had heard it dozens of times over a day and had gotten used to the thunder of Blitz. His ruby red eyes spoke of death to all within blade's reach, he was a monster.. and he loved every moment of it.
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The very foundation of the glacier the White Queen had connected to Striberg shook as the roar of the dragon was heard. For a moment enemy and ally alike turned and looked as the beast took it's place at the front of battle. Ahriman had to admit that it's armor was quite impressive, and it's skill in battle as it began to tear into allied troops was even more-so. He looked towards Vyse and knew that anything he said would barely get through so he pointed his cutlass at the beast, "It dies!"
That should speak enough to anyone.

He pressed through the enemies, golems and beasts alike becoming more normal the closer he got to the beast then human troops. The beasts, ogres, giants, and winter wolves alike, were of little concern. The Golems were a bit more difficult for him to fight. While the white hot edge of his rapier had little issue stabbing into the creatures, it had little effect on a creature given life by magic, or truly anything that looked to be made of pure ice.
He snarled and kicked hard into one as it came at him, the blow from his boot barely cracked it, but the punch it sent at him cracked a bit of him. He felt one of his ribs split down the middle, the ones around it cracking deeply. The pirate snarled at the beast and rushed again once again, bringing his cutlass up to block a blow, the masterfully crafted edge cutting into the Golem's fingers. His muscles tensed against the pressure for a moment before the beast found itself stuck in the man's killing field. Ten stabs pounded into the beast's magical heart before it could work it's fingers loose, and then it was too late.


He left the golem in the dirt and pressed forward ahead of his warriors, and his companions. His attention was on the dragon now. Few who stood in front of the pirate as he made his way towards it did so for longer then a few seconds, his hands working their deadly magic through defenses and leaving man and beast alike dead in the snow. As he neared the dragon the two locked gazes, both he and the beast knowing what was about to happen before it did.

As the burning rapier bit into dragonic scales, icy breath washed over the pirate's back. He could feel his knees buckle as all energy left them, and his muscles seized in his back and thighs. He fell to the snow and barely rolled out of the way as a claw slammed hard down into the ice. What wasn't pure and solid cracked heavily from the blow. The pirate barely made the movement to move out of the way of the second blow, rolling himself onto his feet and back-stepping a third blow from the beast's tail quite easily.

The roar from the dragon made a shiver of fear run down his spine, the pirate's senses stopping for just a moment. Long enough to have the tail of the beast slam into his side, sending him flying into the saving grace of Mora's grasp. The yeti put her companion down, howling a roar of rage before barreling towards the dragon, rage in her eyes.
No one threw Ahriman around with that yeti nearby, and that wasn't going to change. Even as the yeti felt the beast's strength surpassing hers in their locking grasps, she knew she would fight until she could no longer.
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Vyse felt the ground rumble and the blasts of wind from large wings, he turned his head to see the dragon a short ways away. In the corner of his eyes he saw the form of Ahriman, he heard only two words from the man, "It dies!" Vyse simply nodded and started to cut his way through the army, he did not need anyone to cover his back, his blades were sinking deep into flesh or cutting straight through the foe leaving behind bloody trails of body parts, even the golems that stood before him fell before his flashing blades, he was a cyclone of devastation that swept across the battlefield.

Vyse could see the dragon only a few yards away, the only thing that stood between him and it, was a frost giant with an overly large axe, a shiny golden belt, and the furs of many beasts around his shoulders and waist, probably a chieftain of some power. He swung his axe down at Vyse, forcing him to dodge to the side, his feet sliding slightly, he grimaced as he resumed his run towards him, this time blocking the sweeping axe blow with two of his blades, sliding back once more. Vyse grimaced and pointed Lita at him, speaking a single word, "Cage." The cage of light appearing around the giant, stopping him from swinging his axe again. Vyse charged again, dropping the field with a mental command and hacking into the flesh of the giant's legs, kicking out his legs and stabbing the giant to death as he fell.

He pushed the giant aside as he stalked towards the dragon, clear of any distractions, his blades in hand, he shouted out his challenge as a warcry, "None can kill the Noclan!" He ran at the dragon, blades in hand, he was going to kill it no matter the cost.
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Ahriman took a moment to orient himself, the world spinning around him. The blow that had been delivered was stronger then any he had felt, at least any in memory. He watched with blurry vision as both the Merchant and his beloved Mora swung blow after blow at the dragon, the beast easily holding it's own against the two. As the guards and his crew-member moved into the fray, the dragon still seemed far from being challenged. The pirate snarled, refusing to let a small fact like the world spinning around get in the way of the beast losing this fight.

He came in from the creatures flank, trying to press his blade in between the armor the beast wore over it's white scales. It had little effect before a wind crashed into the ground next to him, sending the pirate to his knees. The split second he took to raise to his feet again was long enough to get another blow into his side, his arm cushioning the strike to his ribs. The cracking noise he heard from his arm was more then enough to make it hurt, however.

He rolled at the end of his flight, on his feet once again. Val'anye moved in next to his captain, knowing that with a single blade he would need the protection. How wrong the elf was, Ahriman Lordimar had trained himself quite well before he took to the art of using two blades. He'd have little issue holding his own, at least if it were against a normal opponent. This dragon was made of tougher stuff, and he had a feeling that not even all of them combined were going to stop it.

Mora's roar was loud enough to make his ears ring as the dragon clamped it's teeth around her shoulder, throwing the beast into a nearby wall of ice. The yeti had been bested for the first time the pirate had ever seen. Both Val'anye and Ahriman froze in surprise and fear for their ally in that moment, barely noticing the crack of lightning as Elnora gave her own response. Lightning slammed into the dragon three or four times before it composed itself, breathing a stream of frosty breath that completely froze one of the bird's wings.
Ahriman felt his knuckles clench tight, his broken arm throbbing horribly in pain as he attempted to move it. He knew that if he wasn't killed it would be because he made true on his oath. The thing would be dead or he would.

He looked towards Val'anye and the elf could tell what the pirate had in mind before he even said it, "I want you to take the guards here back towards the town and hold a line at one of the bridges, leave whatever may follow you to us."
Val'anye went to argue but the look in his Captain's eyes silenced him. He set his jaw firm and nodded, yelling orders to the guards and waving for the bridge, using the emotional blackmail of their town being in danger to make them take that final step towards leaving the field. The second of the guards, a young man, couldn't quite make it. The chilling death of the dragon's breath caught him as he turned, his body unable to withstand the sudden force of the chill, falling to the ground unmoving in seconds.

Ahriman snarled and charged, his cutlass raised and electricity sparking across it's surface. His first blow found it's mark on the beast's scales, cutting deep. The second did the same, the third not landing as the creature sidestepped, barely missing as Ahriman did the same.
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Vyse roared as he fought with Mora, the two were like to beasts attacking it, Vyse kept up the fighting, his blades smacking against the armor, it was pointless unless he could get under it, then his blades could drink deeply of the dragon's blood. He heard Mora roar, but ignored it shortly afterward, he was fighting the dragon head on now, the dragon's teeth covered in blood from biting the yeti. He dodged to the sides to keep out of the reach of the snapping teeth, if the dragon would use it's ice breath Vyse responded with ramming his shoulder into it's leg, using his massive strength to knock it off balance.

He grimaced as he felt some pain in his arm, probably just a nasty bruise forming, he took his opportunity to keep on attacking, slashing at the biting head and swiping claws as he dodged under them or used his draconic might to leap over them. He felt his blades slowly start to sink into the flesh, bypassing the scales of the dragon as they finally found ways past the armor. He grimaced as the dragon started to roar, flapping it's wings hard, Vyse roared in anger, it was trying to take to the air! He dodged another swipe of it's claw and curled up, shooting up at it's wings with a draconic might empowered jump. The dragon seemed to predict it, moving it's wing so Vyse wouldn't be able to break it, though Vyse refused to give up and instead slashed away at the wing's membrane, sending out rivulets of blood. He landed heavily on his legs and was sent into a roll, the snow barely cushioning his fall. He stood back up, ready to fight again.
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