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Post by Rei on Feb 2, 2010 14:36:57 GMT -5
Elysia kept her eyes on her opponent. Dancing away from Raslin she hissed in irritation as she was forced to back up nearly into a table. Luckily for her though Merridan chose that moment to strike. Irritation flashed across the greenrider's face as the bluerider went down but she forced herself to quell the emotion. Saved by a weyrling. A brown riding female at that. The anger that briefly flitted over her face was irrational and the woman knew it, but still. She hadn’t needed the help.
No matter what was done was done. Stepping towards the unconscious Fort rider she barely restrained herself from kicking the other woman in the gut. Thread lover. She should die. Curse Selenitas and their softness. Looking around she noted with a smile that the rest of the flights where quickly ending. Good. Had she been a feline Elysia would have purred.
Instead she bent down and gripped the Fort rider by the hair. Dragging Raslin over to a chair she shoved her onto it before binding the woman’s wrist’s tightly with leather. That accomplished she removed what weapons the Fortian had on her. All this was accomplished as quickly and efficiently as possible before Onyth’s broadcast filtered to her. They come. It begins. Fine be careful. You know what to do. If things get too bad you between where I tell you to. Feeling the nod of understanding she sent her darling off. Tear them from the skies love.
Onyth left her hiding place quietly and with as much stealth as she could manage. No showboating from her. Luckily for her Ioth had taken the attention of the brown and bronze. This left her free to pick her target. Using the mist and smoke as cover she examined and made a snap decision. Immediately she banked and made for Salenth and the harassing blue. Two could rend wings. Pouring on the speed she dove for the blue who was intent on attacking her Wingleader. Talons struck out as she got into range, aiming for the tendons where his wings connected to body.
Not waiting to see if she made connection she made a hairpin turn to circle around the tree. Opening her mouth she shot a gout of flame at the brown who had collided with Aonith. The stream was carefully controlled and meant to herd the brown away not actually strike him. Finished with that she whipped around again to mark another target. This was where she excelled. Tight, fast, close range combat.
Good girl Onyth keep them on their toes. Tapping her own foot Elysia waited for the fight between S’rei and K’orin to finish. Tsk men. Idly she allowed her gaze to sweep back across the room. Fixing her gaze on K’lir for a moment she smiled. Clever boy that one. She would have to get his name eventually. However there was precious little time for such thinking. Focusing herself on the matter at hand she used Onyth’s eyes to take sweep of the situation. Right now it was Onyth who was in immediate danger, not herself. If anything happened to her darling they would all sharding pay.
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Post by Rowana on Feb 2, 2010 21:19:46 GMT -5
Merridan couldn't help a grin as she felt the bluerider go limp beneath her. That had been a lot easier than she'd thought. She stood, forcing herself to focus. Overconfidence might be the death of her, she couldn't afford to get cocky now. She eased her dagger back into a fighting stance, but one look told her the battle was pretty much over. It didn't look like much damage on their side either. She couldn't help an uneasy feeling though. That had been far too easy.
Elysia, as she recalled the greenrider's name, looked rather annoyed with her, though Mer couldn't fathom why. She shrugged at her. It wasn't like she had expected much in the way of thanks anyway. She watched the older woman tie their captive to a chair, while looking to see how else she could help. Not much else to do, so she moved next to the bond woman, dagger in hand, just in case she woke up to try something. That was when Chaoth alerted her to what was going on outside.
They are forcing us out, he informed her, still calm despite the danger. Instead of rising, he slipped backwards into the river. With a deep breath, he submerged his head and sank deep into the mud. Flames scorched over the surface and the heat burn his back and the edges of his wings. Chaoth! Mer could feel the pain on her own back and she bit her lip. It is nothing, Chaoth assured her, stalwartly. The water had prevented most of the damage, though he was too large to avoid it all.
Chaoth bunched his legs and shot out of the water. It was a difficult and risky move, but with his strength and power, he pulled free of the water. Dripping with mud and reeds, he rose as fast as he could. The others were already in battle, and he wasn't going to let them fight alone. Large as he was, it would be hard to catch the blues and greens, but they would not find him an easy target. He charged the small brown, intending to knock him bodily from the sky.
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Post by Requiem on Feb 4, 2010 6:45:34 GMT -5
The yank was sudden, jerking him into the table and his head smacked the edge, rendering him momentarily stunned. Only to be brought back to reality sharply by the blades burying into his wrists. He grunted, eyes narrowing, considering for a moment if it was worth it to see if he couldn't knock the woman over and strangle her with his legs. No, not really worth it, but still he was tempted to try anyway. At least, until the little greenriding bitch coiled the whip around his neck, which effectively diverted his attention to the boy. His jaw tightened for a moment, the man's fingers curling inward. But he lay still, allowed the kid to touch him with the bile rising in his throat. P'lar fed his brown as much information as he could about numbers, positions, anything that would help. Anything that might be said, as S'rei dumped the unconscious wingleader on the floor and nodded to his riders to take care of that one, too. Perhaps it was mere luck, or it could have been outright stupidity, but the Weyrleader didn't seem to notice that P'lar was still functioning well enough to keep the wing out of the dark. Nor did the man plan on drawing attention to himself.
Constricting. Struggling to breathe, he glared outright at K'lir, his voice coming harsh against the tight leather. He kept his voice soft, though. "Fine," he hissed. Though it exposed his dragon, there really wasn't much choice. The brown was already endangered.
S'rei was, in fact, slipping his shirt off to prod at the slash across his chest with a couple of fingers, his eyes drifting to take a log of all his riders. "Iskierka. Mer. If you don't mind, please secure the door to the kitchens." His gaze fell on K'lir. "As long as his brown stays out of the fight, don't harm him further." A flicker of concern. "Dorava, help him with his arm, please. I don't need any of you passing out on me. You should let her look at you, too, Elysia." Running a hand through his hair, he cast about the room, looking a bit lost. Disorientation from the fight? "Good job. Uh...stay away from the windows. If you've got a pet that listens, let them be your eyes and help warn the dragons. Okay?"
Truthfully, S'rei was more with Salenth than in that room. The bronze was issuing quiet orders, careful to make sure only his own wing heard. We need to work together. Aonith, help Chaoth. Ioth, help Onyth. Don't attack anyone if there's not at least two of you working together, and all of you need to focus on one dragon as soon as you get the chance. Salenth remained where he was, occupying as much of the landing platform as he could. It gave a good vantage to watch the fight and direct some of it.
It wasn't just the brown who grounded himself, folding his wings tight but ready to flame should any harry him. Pirazelth and Raslin's blue also swept in, circling for a moment before arranging themselves close enough to defend one another. They'd chosen tall grass with a natural depression that even Pirazelth could use to conceal himself in, and moments later it became impossible to tell exactly where they were for sure.
That left the blue and brown currently engaged...and the three greens that had winked Between as the males moved to fight. The small brown brushed Chaoth's mind with a mocking laugh, waiting until the baby was nearly upon him before Betweening at the last instant. If Onyth's fire happened to hit the young brown, all the better. Three pops, three paleish-green hides blitzing by, flames licking around Chaoth, driving him toward the ground. One turned on a wingtip, speeding below and making a swipe for his underbelly that was more threat than wholehearted attack. The brown reappeared to drop full on Chaoth's back, his little green tormentor blinking Between before she could be squished beneath the two fatties. She reappeared just above, circling almost lazily.
Only then did the brown choose to respond to Aonith. And flame the dragon you think you're hiding? She camouflages well, but not so much from the inside. Yours have only so many ways to escape. We have no desire to kill you...simply let the riders go. Flame the building and we'll just kill your riders as they flee. No one has to die. So saying, he settled more firmly on Chaoth's back, dragging a clawed foot down the baby's flank. Ichor welled, the threat more than clear.
The blue was taken off-guard by Onyth, rising at the last moment to abort his attack on the bronze. Her claws tore deep into the muscle of one shoulder, and he screamed, faltering, chasing her with a stream of fire. His hind leg caught part of the tree as he half-landed, half-crashed into the river.
Not unlike Terran sharks drawn to blood, the two greens that had helped in securing Chaoth for their brown wingmate now appeared above Ioth, in his blind spot. They separated immediately, flanking him in a pincer movement, one left and low, the other right and high. The first slashed for his underbelly with intent. Not playing with this one like they were the baby...he was old enough to be a threat. The one riding high sent flame searing over his back to prevent him from pulling up. All these riderless dragons were at a distinct disadvantage compared to the ones who could Between.
Onyth was, for the moment, ignored. She'd be far easier to catch when she decided to come into play, rather than chasing her around. Not that the females couldn't...
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Post by Rei on Feb 4, 2010 15:45:03 GMT -5
Onyth sent a quiet affirmative to Salenth to let him know she had gotten his message before dipping down to avoid the flame the injured blue had directed at her. Turning back she gained altitude and circled once to get a handle on the situation. Chaoth was in trouble. However he was not her priority right now. Her orders had been to pair up with Ioth and that was her intended destination.
As the attack on the blue began she touched her new partner’s mind gently. I will go hassle the one above you. If you seek to avoid being disemboweled I suggest you roll to the right. You are still likely to take damage but it will be superficial. As she spoke the green touched her bonded’s mind for a suitable coordinate and blinked between. She remerged above the green who was doing the flaming. Striking out with back legs Onyth’s intent was to catch her wings and rend the sails. After her attack she rolled herself to the left. A moving target was harder to hit successfully.
We are to work together Ioth. Keep close. Watch my back. If you can disengage do so and meet up with me above the Hall. We will coordinate our moves and attack once we are together. Oh the blue had no doubt heard Salenth’s orders himself, but males where forgetful when angered. She simply sought to remind him. Her maneuverability was great but even Onyth could not hope to outmaneuver two dragon’s working in synchronization alone. If she was to remain unharmed she would need Ioth to do his part as well.
The green wasn’t happy about having to fight without hers. Betweening was easier with a rider. Onyth could do it without Elysia, as long they where linked and she had sufficient coordinates, but it wasn’t easy and it was very dangerous. However orders where orders and there was no way she could acquire hers at the moment. Instead the green would have to rely on Ioth to help cover her blind spots.
Elysia slightly nodded as she was addressed but her mind was elsewhere, helping Onyth. With the green’s jump successful she pulled herself back from the green to blink at her surroundings. Bringing her hand up to gently prod at her wound the rider grimaced. Not terrible. Not deep enough to damage anything permanently, but it would certainly need stitches. Ah well just another scar to add to her collection.
Waving Dorava off ,she grabbed a cloth from a nearby table and tore it into a strip to wind about her wound. “It’s not too bad. There is nothing you can do that I couldn’t. Go see to him.” Idly she waved in K'lir's direction. Self examination finished she turned to look at S’rei. She didn’t have a pet she could send to babysit Onyth and besides the green hardly needed watching. Instead the rider perched herself on the end of a table and closed her eyes to more closely mesh her consciousness with her green. Other orders where likely to come after her Wingleader got a handle on the situation. For now her best bet was to keep with Onyth and help where and if she could.
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Post by Ember on Feb 5, 2010 22:45:37 GMT -5
At K'lir's comment Iskierka glanced at him blankly. She probably did owe him an apology for at least saving her some trouble. Would she ever say it? Probably not. However, she did note the tone with which he said it and that saved him from any rude comments in return. She merely retrieved her blades when he secured the brownrider using the whip and wiped them on her pants. She didn't much care about material posessions but her knives were special. They had been her lifeline often enough.
When S'rei called her she turned to look at him. For a moment the world seemed to pause. Shirtless man. Good looking shirtless man. She mentally shook off the thought and nodded, momentarily sizing up the female brownweyrling. She couldn't judge about her dragon's colour; she was bonded to a male dragon as well. She didn't let it upset her that she was lower ranked (or would be). It might turn out interesting, after all. She took up a position at the door, leaning almost nonchalantly on the left side. She'd be out of view from anyone coming in through that entrance. On the other hand if any reinforcements for the Selenitas folks came it was entirely likely she'd attack them.
Ioth caught the order from Salenth but he was a little too distracted to seek out Onyth and join forces. A lapse in focus could mean the end of him. She could wait a couple moments until he was able to ensure his own hide. The bronze and brown landed on the bank though, leaving him seemingly free. That just wasn't right. An injured blue was too much of a target to just let be. Fort was smarter than that. That's when the mental warning from Onyth arrived. He didn't bother questioning it. Her safety was dependent on sufficient allies being around. He didn't trust her but he trusted that she didn't want to die either.
The mottled blue rolled to the right as he felt heat above him and, true to her word, the enemy green's claws didn't disembowl him. The pain wasn't fun but he would still fight. His mind brushed Onyth's in acknowledgement and broke out of his roll. He checked to be sure she was clear before making an attempt to retreat to over the main hall. Greens were quick dragons though. Should they choose to keep right on him he'd have trouble losing them, despite his own speed. If he got them over the main hall he'd disable their flame at least. They wouldn't dare flame the tree with allies inside. He hoped.
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Post by dragon on Feb 6, 2010 0:29:18 GMT -5
Aonith snarled in a very ugly fashion that would put fear into a lot of hearts were they to hear it come from her throat. I am on it. She responded, to Salenth, before falling back over herself as she came away from the tree. Twisting mid air, she snapped her wings open. Zipping low over the water, she zoomed toward where Chaoth was busily getting his ass handed to him. Poor hatchling. Chaoth may well be young, but Aonith was anything but. A well-seasoned war-dragon, she knew she could give that brown a run for his marks. Smaller and faster and more agile than either of those two, she could pull some rather interesting stunts, between or no between. That fort brown was driving Chaoth down pretty fast, so Aonith flicked her wings to go even faster. She had a pretty nice present for that brown dog, and intended to give it to him.
Flicking downward, she managed a more or less unnoticed entrance into the water, switching her tail hard to one side and then the other to drive her forward through it. Given everything that was going on, splashing, yelling, hollering, flaming, it would be a miracle if anyone noticed one more indescript splash. Reaching her desired point, Aonith erupted upwards, underneath where Chaoth was being forced down. She whirled upside down, grabbing the young brown with all four feet before snaking her head past his shoulders and wings. Opening her jaws, she let rip with a hefty spray of flame, right toward the Fort brown. She didn't wait to see whether or not he avoided it, crawling around Chaoth's shoulder to get atop him, wings flaring to help with lift. Dropping her jaw away, she flamed yet again, intending to drive the brown away from Chaoth. She was careful with her fire, though, not wanting to worsen the poor youth's already substantial wounds with her own afflictions. Releasing Chaoth's shoulders, never having scratched his hide once with her talons, she twisted and dived back into the water. This time she sent up as large a spray of water as she could manage, to dampen any flames that might be issued in retaliation. Twisting, she erupted from the river almost as fast, pointed the other way and coming up fast past Chaoth's tail. This time, a full-on thread-flaming spray of fire blazed her path as Aonith pinched her nostrils shut.
This rather rude brown would be a crispy critter by the time she finished with him, if she got her way. Teach him to attack a weyrling in her presence!!
Dorava nodded, glad to have something to do again. Not that she really had much in the way of supplies. But after the run in earlier in the day with that bronze rider, and knowing that more was coming, she wasn't totally unprepared. She was worried about Aonith, to be sure, outright attacking another dragon like that. But she tried to stay focused on what she was doing. She wiped her blades off on her thighs, slipping them back into their sheathes at her hips. Her hands promptly then dived into her pockets, which were fairly bulging with things like bandages, a small jar of redwort solution, and an even smaller jar of numbweed salve. All of this was hauled out in a jiffy, as she bypassed Elysia who apparently didn't want help at the moment, she stepped over to K'lir.
"Hold still." She instructed, before pulling one of her knives back out to cut any soiled material away from the wound in his arm.
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Post by Rowana on Feb 6, 2010 11:41:34 GMT -5
Merridan nodded at S'rei's order and moved to stand guard at the kitchen door. Auran popped from between and perched so he could watch one of the windows. His was the more obedient of her pair. Vikky arrived alright, but didn't quite understand the point in just watching and listening. She started poking around among the broken crockery instead, trying to see if she could put it back together. Mer ignored her. As long as she stayed out of the way, that was good enough.
She did her best to watch too, but Chaoth was in big trouble and it was taking almost all her attention. He jerked when his target vanished, but he ignored the mocking jibe. He was in no mood for games. He tried to see where the other brown had gone, but it was useless. The small greens were much too fast, and he barely had time to avoid their attacks. He knew they weren't really trying and that was a problem. What were they up to? It became clear when a heavy weight landed on his back.
Chaoth couldn't help it. He roared in pain and frustration. His back was already burn and the other brown was making it worse. Blood dripped from the wound at his side, but he refused to give up so easily. He fought to stay airborne, even as the brown forced him closer to the ground. If they grounded him, it was over. He only half heard Salenth's commands, so when Aonith appeared, he nearly swiped at her on instinct. He couldn't focus well, but he thought he understood what she was doing and redouble his efforts to stay flying. If he fell now, Aonith would be crushed underneath him.
Luckily, his green savior was quick. He felt the heat of her flames as she targeted the brown on his back. Instinct almost caused him to look back and she what she was doing, but Merridan's mind forced him to stay focused. He had to watch ahead of him. He couldn't crash now. Chaoth focused on keeping himself a steady target for Aonith. She should have no trouble aiming if he could just stay straight and even. If only he could flame! Then he'd show these pesky beasts how real dragons fought. As it was, he couldn't get close enough to the greens to bring his strength to bear. It was a real problem.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 8, 2010 22:35:19 GMT -5
Baoth was really tempted to bite Aonith. Very tempted. She was… honestly threatening to flame? What was she, useless? If she flamed, Baoth would be burnt, or was the obtuse dragon counting on her to move? She would, but that would put Hers in danger and give the bad ones an obvious exit. It was the most ludicrous suggestion she’d heard, and the younger green’s tail lashed through the leaves viciously in her annoyance. She kept her opinion to herself; picking a fight was not the most brilliant of ideas. She was beginning to understand, however, why some dragons thought greens unintelligent. If the majority of them were of Aonith’s intelligence level, it made sense. She was ashamed to even be considered in the same league as such a useless entity. Brute strength, no brains… such a waste. (The fact that Baoth really detested females notwithstanding, threatening to burn her was a very good way to get on her bad side, no matter whether it was a bluff or not – and it better have been a bluff.)
Eyes narrowed, K’lir smiled down at the brownrider – as friendly as ever. His grip on the whip never wavered, but he didn’t tighten it. S’rei’s instructions received a light shrug; he hadn’t intended to pull it tighter. Multiple reasons for that, really – not the least of which was keeping the man’s brown in line. But K’lir was southern at heart and that meant he wasn’t comfortable, point blank, with killing someone unless it was truly out of self-preservation. He couldn’t do it. Since the man was complying with his requests, he’d leave him unharmed, for the most part; the majority of his injuries weren’t done by K’lir anyway. He spoke softly, but clear enough to be understood, “Thank you.” He was glad at the fact that he wasn’t going to have to hurt him. He was. It was bad enough to be making threats. His conscience was mostly clear though.
His grip tightened when the bluerider came back over to retrieve her blades and he looked up at her incredulously, as if she’d sprouted a second head. “What in Faranth’s name did you do that for, you shardblasted wherrybrain?” Did he look like he was strong enough to fight off the brownrider if he fought harder? K’lir leaned forward, putting his full weight on his knees and his knees on the Fort rider’s shoulders, just to guarantee a lack of movement, but since his hands were free, it was going to be troublesome. Stupid, thoughtless bitch. If they survived, he was going to smash her face into the nearest stone surface as many times as it took to knock sense into that thick skull. Her head must have been shoved really far up her vagina, so far that it was constricting breathing, because her brainpower was clearly lacking. If he got hurt… he’d let Baoth bite her. And Baoth wanted to. There were no words for how idiotic and unobservant she was. “Thanks for leaving me with an unbound brownrider to contend with, you stupid slut!”
Rage. Rage. Rage.
Baoth tugged slightly on the whip to make a point and K’lir forcefully leaned down further. “You move your arms at all and she’ll take your head clean off, I’m not joking. Just because the bluerider’s obviously got the brainpower of a wherry on fellis doesn’t mean that I do.” His anger was almost tangible, and that was unfortunate for Dorava, who chose that moment to come over. Turning to her like a redheaded storm, K’lir barked, “Deal with the shardblasted whore who is lacking brains. Do healers have treatment for that? I’m not letting go of him. And get your idiotic dragon in line. If she flames, she’s going to hit Baoth and if I lose a second green because of the idiocy of this Weyr in regards to High Reaches, I’ll go on a murderous rampage and take you with me. Get away from me. Right now.” Being in pain didn’t help K’lir’s already volatile temper. Why was Selenitas populated by morons? If he let go, the brownrider would escape. Stupid, unobservant women. He hated women.
The brown’s statement reached Baoth and she snorted before replying to him herself, in the most silky tone possible, Is that so? Did he really think his people could get to K’lir? Using it as incentive, she actually tugged further on the whip – hard enough to choke the brownrider at her mercy. If you are just going to kill K’lirmine anyway, I don’t see any reason to leave this one alive. He really is just causing us quite a lot of inconvenience. She doubted it would matter to remind him that she really had one of his riders at her mercy (she could take his head clean off if she wanted to), but it didn’t hurt just the same. Stupid Aonith – she was going to – Stop flaming, you unobservant,ignorant fool. She was really not interested in being hit by friendly fire (literally) because of some stupid female’s pride. That was unacceptable.
Snaking his way out of K’lir’s pant leg, Showoff bolted across the ground and out the door around Baoth. Sneakily, the salamandyr skittered up the trunk of the tree. He leapt around quickly, staying as much out of sight as possible as he climbed higher – trying to get as much of a view of their surroundings as possible – what the dragons could be missing. For once, he spoke privately – to the biggest ugly there, since he seemed to be the one in charge. See things, Showoff does. What want look for, uglyHeadFlyer? Showoff tell.
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Post by Requiem on Feb 9, 2010 22:57:21 GMT -5
The brown was waiting for her. What, did she think he wouldn't notice the same green he was talking to take a sudden plunge into the river? Was it supposed to be a sneak attack? Or did she just like getting herself wet first? Using Chaoth as a springboard, he pumped his wings once, passing through the edge of the flame and twisting back to spout pointblank at the two interlocked dragons. They'd be a bit slow to respond with her piggybacking the weyrling as she was. Falling away from them, he rose almost leisurely upward. He ignored Baoth entirely; he had no interest in exchanging words with a weyrling.
Not much time...between the hatching sands and the infirmary...S'rei blinked at the sound of raised voices, pivoting his torso to get a better look at what was going on. "K'lir. Enough." His grays turned on Iskierka, voice flat. "Is there some reason you couldn't take any of the weapons confiscated, or does J'lorin mock me by sending his cast offs?" It was nasty and he should have cared, but didn't. He didn't have time to deal with people too self-serving to think before they did things. Finished now; she had her post. He pushed off the edge of the table to give K'lir a hand.
The smaller of the two greens responded to the mental prompting of her sister, who remained high above the main hall, and tucked neatly, dropping like a stone for the ground. Claws slashed along her tail, but it was nothing serious. The ground rushed up to meet her, and just before she could crash she slipped Between, coming out at the coordinates her sister gave and circling around to leech off the residual momentum. Instead of following her lead, the largest of the three greens - the one who had nearly disemboweled Ioth - banked, coming back around in a tight circle. Her flame flared before his nose as she flanked him, claws slashing out for his wingsails in the moment of hesitation that should follow.
Both greens lingering above the Main Hall responded to a silent prompting, winking Between and coming out with twin roars on either side of Onyth. The attack was swift, both coming from the sides, one flying high and the other low to ensure that at least one would sink their claws into her. And as they sped past, they winked Between yet again.
For the brown was dancing just beyond Aonith's flame, drawing her upward, seemingly on the run. (If you forgot that he was capable of Betweening as well.) All three of the females harrying Ioth and Onyth disappeared at once after having driven their marks a good distance from Chaoth and Aonith. The brown dropped away suddenly, right past the Selenitas green, suffering the fire against his flank in silence. It was more than worth it when the three beauties reappeared. They descended on Aonith ruthlessly, one dropping straight down toward her neck, another going for her wings and the last laying her claws into her underbelly. None of them bothered to make a second pass or even survey the damage; Aonith dropped and that was all they needed to know. Swirling upwards, the three twisted as the brown circled Chaoth tauntingly, drawing the circle in tighter and waiting for the baby to make a move. A fun game, this.
Playing around the roof, the three greens twined, then broke and darted straight toward the paired Selenitas blue and green.
S'rei shot up, but Dorava was already past him, streaking for the line of windows on the opposite side of the Main Hall - closest to the river and her dragon. He cursed. "Someone grab her!" the bronzerider snapped. Before she got herself killed.
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Post by Rei on Feb 10, 2010 14:33:50 GMT -5
Elysia was immersed in Onyth’s mind as K’lir started his rant. The sheer loudness of it caused her to flinch and pull partway from the green. What in Faranth’s name was going on? Iskierka? What had the fool woman done now. Dark eyes scanned the scene, taking everything in. Then S’rei spoke and anger flared through her, her eyes narrowing as she regarded the bronze rider silently. J’lorin’s castoffs? Here they where risking their lives for a weyr they did not even belong to and he…She didn't get a chance to finish that thought.
Suddenly a hot pain flashed through her and Elysia cried out instinctively, hand flying to her hip before she realized that the pain was not hers. Onyth. Quickly she turned her attention back to her green. Onyth can you still fight? How bad?
Onyth swung around to keep Ioth in view as her target dove away. Just grazed her…pity. Instinctively she knew they would be coming back, and probably for her blood. Snarling the green’s eyes whirled scarlet. Without hers this was insanity. She couldn’t between properly and the three greens all had their riders. The advantage was clearly theirs . All Onyth could hope to do was get in a few lucky hits and try and keep the damage done to herself at a minimum.
With that fact in her mind she tucked her wings together and pulled her legs up against her belly as the green twosome reappeared and struck. The top green’s claws barely grazed Onyth’s back while the lower greens claws sank into her hip and ripped. Snarling in fury Onyth snapped the air as the green’s disappeared between again. Barely containing her anger she replied to her bonded. Silly question. Flesh wound. Truly the wound was ichoring well, but the damage done was not fatal, probably not even movement restrictive, and that was all that mattered.
Wings pumping, Onyth strove to gain altitude. She could see the others hassling Chaoth but there was nothing she could do for the baby. If she involved herself it would go badly for her. Right now she needed the height advantage. Sparing a thought for her, supposed, partner she spoke to Ioth. Her voice was firm, yet soft. Get up here. Stay with me. Since we cannot between we will have to cover each other’s blind spots. Stay close and keep your fire contained. Swinging in a circle above the Main Hall she snarled. This close to the tree our opponents probably won’t flame. If you can, do try to minimize injury to your belly and throat. Use other parts of your body to whether the blows. Strike if you get a chance. Aim for the same dragon if possible. It was a lesson she had learned well at Benden, sometimes sacrifice was necessary if it would keep you in the game.
Onyth hissed as Aonith went down, a flash of sympathy and anger running through her. Her wingmate. However there was little time for such emotion as now their opponents where on the attack again, this time their target clear. I hope you are ready because we just ran out of time. Onyth said quietly to Ioth. Good luck.
Elysia sucked in her breath as she took the brunt of the shared pain for her green. Onyth was in battle and it would only be distracting to her. Through Onyth’s eyes she watched as Aonith went down and she almost hissed aloud with her dragon. They where a part of her wing. Elysia’s wing had always been viewed a family to her. At Selenitas the emotion was much lessened, but still there if only barely. It almost hurt to see the other green fall. It certainly did hurt Onyth.
The woman clung to her green’s mind even as S’rei yelled for someone to stop Dorava. Almost mechanically Elysia stuck out her leg in an attempt to trip the rider as she began to pass. Still she strove to stay as close to Onyth as she could. Even if the weyr and it's leader didn’t care for their help, she was under orders and could not in good faith ignore them. Still….Three battle trained greens with riders against two riderless dragons. Odds where not in their favor. Damn J’lorin. Where was he? Had he not promised these people help?
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Post by Ember on Feb 10, 2010 18:58:51 GMT -5
Iskierka almost snapped at the greenweyrling. Almost. Why did she do it? She was just that selfish. She didn't much like Fort riders but they weren't stupid. One wrong move and whatever his name's green would snap his neck with that whip. She also highly doubted the brownrider was going to be using his hands anytime soon. He'd just had blades shoved through them and ripped out again. Granted, he could use his legs to strangle the kid. If Dorava bound the brownrider quick enough no harm could come to him though. Bit of a shame, really.
S'rei speaking to her mad her level her gaze coolly on the weyrleader. Cast off? The idea sparked a flare of anger in her but she burried it quickly. Her mission was to teach the pathetic fools of Selenitas how to fight. She hadn't wanted the job and she wasn't about to go being nice to any of them just because they couldn't think under pressure. Whatever. Her eyes briefly flicked over to Elysia. She was another one of J'lorin's 'cast offs' and the bluerider doubted she liked being called such. She was distracted by Ioth's pain though. The dragon had been trying to block as much as he could to avoid hampering her and she withered a bit inside.
When the flame roared in front of his face he backwinged instinctively to keep the fire from him. Not his smartest move. He could have maneouvred around it...or something. Talons raked his back and part of his left wingsail. That was bad. Pain shot through him and he staggered in the air for a moment before Onyth's voice sounded in his head. Damnit. He wouldn't be too agile anymore but at least he could still stay in the air. He flew up to the tree where the green was without much optimism. He didn't do much to even the odds against them but at least a second pair of eyes would help some. Luck. That's exactly what they would need. He returned the sentiment.
Iskierka clenched her teeth hard as Ioth's pain flooded across their bond. Damn beast. He should be more careful with his hide. A dashing figure caught her eye and she watched dispassionately as Dorava ran towards the entrance. Foolish. Iskierka was too far to help even if she wanted to. So much for her binding up that sharding brownrider. Still, if Dorava was doing something so stupid her dragon must have been hurt bad. Her eyes flicked to Merridan to see if she could judge her dragon's condition. How is it out there, Ioth? The answer wasn't too reassuring. Where the heck was J'lorin?
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Post by Rowana on Feb 10, 2010 19:09:09 GMT -5
Chaoth twisted his body to the side, faster than it might have seem possible for one of his size. Not fast enough to avoid all the flames, as the heat licked at one of his flanks. Aonith's weight on his back was gone and he felt the pain ease. As long as he didn't think about it much, it was easy to ignore for the moment. Later though, he was going to need something for the burns. Chaoth circled, trying to regain some of the height he lost and keep an eye on the enemy brown at the same time.
Aonith was much higher than him, and seemed to be catching up. Chaoth was hopeful she would be able to handle him, when the three greens appears. Above you! he called urgently, but it was too late. Merridan could feel his anguish and sorrow as well as what he was going to try to do next. Chaoth started to dive, but Mer interjected. No! You'll be an easy target! Chaoth pulled up quickly. But Aonith... You can't win like this. Mer forced her voice to remain calm. This was far worse that being in danger herself. He's too fast. Wait your chance. At least the brown didn't seem to be in a hurry, it would give them time to work out what to do.
Merridan bite her lip till it bled. She was trying hard to keep Chaoth alive and guard her post at the same time. As strong as her dragon was, they were both still young and unskilled at aerial combat. They were lucky that the enemy wasn't taking them seriously, not that she blamed them. She wouldn't either if she were them. With luck, maybe that would make a mistake in overconfidence.
Mer's mind jerked back to her own as S'rei's cry ran out. She cursed aloud as Dorova ran past. What in Faranth's name was she thinking?! Acting on silent orders, Auran flew up from his window spot and flapped his huge wings in the distraught rider's face. She must not go! Mer took advantage of Elysia's move and Auran's distraction to tackled Dorova from behind, trying to hold her down. Mer wished she had something to say that would make her calm down, but what? Aonith could be dead already for all she knew. Chaoth wasn't sure. Mer couldn't even begin to imagine what the green rider was feeling and comforting wasn't something she was good at.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 13, 2010 9:18:30 GMT -5
Tch. Calling him off then insulting the stupid hag worse. K’lir resisted the urge to point out to S’rei how unfair that was – as far as he was concerned, he’d gone mild on the stupid wench. His good arm remained firmly clasped on the end of the whip, twisted around behind the back of the brownrider’s neck. He didn’t think the man would be able to worm free, but there was still the distinct possibility, and the last thing that he wanted was to let go the secured hostage. His golden eyes flicked up to S’rei momentarily as the bronzerider came over toward his side and he nodded, mute; he wasn’t trusting himself not to go back to spewing insults at the woman for her obvious idiocy. K’lir really was like an explosive: once someone lit the fuse, he exploded shortly after and the fireworks that followed took a very long time to die down. Add in the fact that his home was under attack and he was hurting and the end result was a foul mood that likely would have deterred most people from bothering him. Yes, K’lir was most assuredly pissed off. He settled for glaring at the bluerider, as if that look would tear her apart and teach her a lesson. Hope sprang eternal.
Stop her – what –
Turning his head, the green weyrlingrider blinked at Dorava; he wasn’t in any position to stop her though, lest he release the brownrider he was holding. His eyes went wide and his hand tightened around the leather. A flood of agitation filled Baoth and mirrored onto him, but K’lir was unable to see what was happening because Baoth was. Awkward. He glanced at S’rei questioningly before focusing on his task. It really was all he could do.
In the tree above, Showoff perched on his branch and cocked his head to the side. He crouched low and darted across one of the larger branches that extended out over the surrounding of the Main Hall, little more than a bronze in the shadowed branches. Shadows caught his attention, out of place and unusual, and Showoff scurried forward before securing his tail around the tree branch to keep himself from falling. He stood on his hindlegs, forelegs coming up to move a few leaves from out of his face, and he flared one wing to keep his body balanced. He was barely the length of a human’s hand, thus almost impossible to spot in the foliage as he leaned forward to get a good look at the roof of the Main Hall. And then he flared his frill momentarily before snapping it closed; mustn’t let anyone see the flash of red that it was.
Bigugly! He called to Salenth before unhooking his tail to leap into a higher branch for a better point of view. Two fleshies, not know. Bad pretties up here. Not know, not know – bad pretties, so pretty. Not see more. Check still? The salamandyr didn’t wait for an answer, scurrying through the branches as quickly as he could. If he could find an appropriate vantage point, he could let everyone know of everything that was coming. It was just a matter of finding a place that a creature as small as a salamandyr could stay and still see everything going on. His message was relayed to K’lir, too, but no one else; it was rare for Showoff to be secretive, but he understood the necessity, if not why. No one ever said the little bronze wasn’t intelligent, if annoying. (But weren’t the most annoying creatures usually very smart?)
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Post by Requiem on Feb 13, 2010 15:30:52 GMT -5
Yes, check still. Thank you, little bronze king. Forgotten, the bronze had been. His wings flared out, springing from the platform. Salenth was a large, gleaming creature, not made for fighting without the benefit of Between, really, because his reactions would be too slow. But there were other reasons for his actions. Reasons that weren't immediately clear as his orders came swiftly.
Hold tight, Chaoth. Don't aggress...Yours should give you coordinates to your weyr, but don't Between until I tell you. A roar parted his jaws, and with a powerful downsweep he swept upwards high above the Main Hall, spouting a sheet of flame that lit up the sky. Stealing the names, his mindvoice brushed the minds of the two Benden riders on loan. Elysia. Iskierka. That window. He flashed the image. Two who belong to the trio coming your way. Take them as they come in. Kill. To the dragons: Ioth, Onyth, be ready to take the third dragon when the other two Between. She will hesitate. Keep in mind she still has her rider and make it quick.
Higher still he flew, and the three on the bank broke cover, unable to resist such a target. Just as Salenth had hoped.
Do nothing to stop them, Baoth. Let them enter. K'lir, one at least will attempt to free your captive. He is in the most immediate danger. You and Baoth must kill him as soon as they get inside, then get out of here, both of you. The bronze wheeled on a wingtip, burning away the higher fog with his flame, counting down the seconds. Merridan, take Aonith's out through the kitchens, and light the barrels as you do. Move quickly. S'rei's eyes half-lidded, grinding his foot down on the hand of the brownrider, who gasped out his pain as he struggled to breathe. Now.
Briskly, he stepped over to the chair with the bluerider bound to it, plunging his dagger through her eye with coldblooded efficiency. The blue screamed above, disappearing into the dissipating fog.
Faster now. Salenth brushed Chaoth's mind. Now, young one. Even as the brown snarled and whipped toward him, jaws angling for Chaoth's throat. Clear out as soon as you kill your marks, Salenth told all the riders. He whipped left, taking a shallow slash across his left hindquarters and lashing out with his tail.
The two greenriders flew through the window feet first, landing in crouches. They didn't see the riders waiting for them. One lunged in the direction of K'lir and P'lar, while the other met S'rei's gaze. The Weyrleader slashed the bronzerider's throat without blinking an eye, the resulting roar high above loud enough for all Selenitas to hear. Do not think you can come here and leave unscathed, Fort dogs. Leave now, or know you will receive no mercy, he broadcasted to the entirety of Selenitas, friend and foe alike. Let Selenitas know that they were not hopeless...let Fort know that they were not helpless.
A third greenrider had not been seen, upon the roof, for whatever reason. He eased inside, eyes narrowing, then sprinted for S'rei, who turned just in time to take the slash across the ribs instead of square in his back. Clear out, Salenth reiterated sharply, wondering what was taking Baoth and K'lir as he grappled with the swifter brown, who was now driven by desperation and rage with the knowledge that His wasn't likely to live much longer.
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Post by Rei on Feb 13, 2010 19:42:00 GMT -5
Elysia moved immediately as she was addressed by Salenth, a slow smile spreading across her face. Finally, orders she liked. Hastening to the window she pressed her back against the wall adjacent to it and waited. Quickly she drew the dagger from her thigh sheath and poised herself to strike. Killing was something she could do well. The other request from Salenth had her forming an exit. Clear out as soon as they had their marks dead. Again, that she could do.
Onyth, in turn, merely brushed against the wing leading bronze’s mind in acknowledgement and readied herself for action. She set her sights on the green she was to be attacking and bespoke Ioth. I will go for her back and neck. Aim for her belly at the same time. She wanted to make her intentions clear so their where no accidental collisions.
As her intended target entered Elysia moved swiftly. She grabbed the invading rider by the hair as she brought the dagger down to slide it across his throat. The dagger efficiently severed the jugular, sending warm blood spatter spurting across the floor. Her mind was on the hot crimson blood as it arched through the air. Beautiful thing it could be, especially now. That was for the pain they gave Onyth. Her attack successful, she let go of the rider’s hair as his hands flew hopelessly to his throat. It was definitely a mortal wound. However just in case she followed up by stabbing her longer knife forward as well. The attack connected with force enough to drive the blade into his back up to the hilt. Goodbye Fort dog.
Her mind worked on the task of getting out at the same time. Diving out the window would probably be her best course of action. Leaping onto the window sill she awaited her ride.
Onyth twisted her body and began her dive towards the opposing green as the death keens of her partners sounded. Talons extended she aimed for the green’s neck and rider. Die. As her talons struck at the rider the green’s jaws clamped on the other dragon’s neck and ripped. She released her opponent only after the taste of ichor coated her mouth. She now had a more pressing concern. Hers.
Beating her wings in rapid strokes the dark green angled below the window of the Main Hall. Timing was everything. Jump. As the command came Elysia leapt for the beast, hands catching the straps connected to her dragon. Her arm throbbed painfully as she yanked herself onto the green and clung. Go, go, go. Onyth did just that, working her wings hard to draw them away from the Hall as directed. They had to get clear.
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