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Post by glamourie on Feb 12, 2010 12:47:45 GMT -5
Ask Yours to treat the others who are injured before me. Everyone. Look them over and make sure they’re okay. My wounds are superficial; I will heal. I have had worse. Ciceroth refused to receive treatment for what he thought was primarily a group of very minor injuries. He’d been burnt far worse; his back had a white streak of burn scars from when one of his and Cath’s eggs was nearly stolen. The ones on his flank weren’t that bad. Neither were Ka’rys’s injuries. They could wait until the infirmary was secured… and keeping his wing in tiptop condition was his first priority. He’d heard the rider’s instructions to Dsoleth and chose to respond to them simply, Raiyth. Yours must stay here. Peppeth, Yours as well. Technically, Peppeth was on Ismaroth’s wing, but Ciceroth did not care for formalities at that moment. I want them both to stay with Dsoleth’s, keep him awake, keep him warm. There should be some extra blankets in my riding gear; remove them. Rysmine says keeping him warm is essential and not to let him fall asleep if he has a concussion. This would have been much easier if they had a healer with them, but – oh. They did. Hepaticath. I need Yours to relay to Peppeth’s and Raiyth’s how to treat a man with a possible concussion while up here. Dsoleth’s is hurt. I need her to do this quickly and as discreetly as she can; the others mustn’t know. Can you please do this for me? Pausing, he snorted. You will have to tell them directly. I am sorry.
Turning back to Dsoleth, Ciceroth leaned over and nosed the brown gently. You are to stay here. I will not ask you to fight with Yours in this condition; your attention divided will only get you hurt. Instead I ask you to do something equally critical: Will you keep Raiyth’s and Peppeth’s safe while we fight? They must come with us in what we are about to do, but Theirs must not be harmed. Hepaticath will relay instructions to Raiyth’s and Peppeth’s for how to care for him to try and keep him stabilized. You must make sure they can do this. The firestone will also need to be kept from being burnt – but it is not likely that the others will come here. Just in case.
Ismaroth was too hurt to fight. Ciceroth assumed that he understood his instructions to be the same as Dsoleth’s – but as a fellow wingleader, he could override them if he wanted. It didn’t make sense to, but eh, Ciceroth was neutral.
Moving to the edge, the bronze leaned forward and spoke to the dragons who remained: Dohulth, Ruskeath, Iorath, Peppeth, Raiyth, Kynoath, Ylonth, Castidenloth, Pettahth, Jaymith, Cherilith, Garaeth, Pagoth, and Hokth. There were enough of them that they should have been fine, in theory, to take out the Fort dragons who remained. There were far less of them. His mind ran with theories. They had to be careful. It had to go off perfectly of their riders all were at risk. His tail twitched, and he brushed Ka’rys’s mind for advice; his rider was the more tactical thinker of them. He was far, far better at that. Squirming, Ciceroth curled his tail around his body as Ka’rys relayed instructions based on the visuals he provided.
We are going to attack them. First and foremost: no one is to flame. No flaming. This is not a matter up for debate. Dsoleth and Ismaroth will stay here with Raiyth’s and Peppeth’s and Dsoleth’s, in order to keep them safe. They are the only ones who have any excuse to flame – ever. But it is up to us to keep them from having to. Now – most of us are going to remain up here. I will need all of you to take to the air once we are confirmed as understanding, so listen closely. We are going to between – and Pettahth is going to give us our coordinates. Pettahth, I hope you can handle this. Ylonth, you are going to come out of between onto the green on the ledge, and I need you to grab her and pull her between with you. You must do this in seconds or she WILL flame the riders; you must not give her time to. Bring her out up here where the others are. Then you and Hokth are going to eliminate her. If you can cripple her, then do it, but be ready to kill. You probably will have to. If you two have trouble, then Garaeth will help you. Do you understand?
He turned his head toward Ruskeath, the next dragon he trusted – his wingsecond. You are going to do much the same thing as Ylonth – grab the brown from the ledge and take him between, bring him out up here. You must do this quickly. When he comes out of between Pagoth and I will help you to take him down. Keep him busy. He won’t be able to between, as His is… very busy right now. So be ready to cripple or kill him as necessary. He’s their leader: he’s going to fight.
This was going to require a disgusting amount of coordination to pull off. It just was. Whether or not Selenitas was capable, he couldn’t say. He trusted Ruskeath and he trusted Ylonth and they were the ones with the most critical roles. He’d picked them for a reason, too. Ylonth was bound to be stronger than that green and faster than a brown while Ruskeath was bound to be stronger than the Fort brown, or at least strong enough to get him between, without being too arrogant about it – like he feared Jaymith would be. The other bronze had already proven a lack of conscientiousness in regards to his surroundings. His tail twitched anxiously. Not enough time. Not enough time by a longshot. He resisted the urge to let his head droop. They weren’t going to be able to pull this off, not without deaths. He just was sure of it…
There are two blues and two greens in the sky. When we take the others, they will attack. Dohulth is going to grab one of the greens, and I want Kynoath grabbing the other. Same situation – they come back here. They come where we can team up on them and take them down faster. And we stay close together so that if they flame, they hit each other. They probably will as they will be desperate. Castidenloth and Iorath, you two are to grab the remaining blues and bring them here. Once all the dragons are up here, we must target them. The green that Dohulth brings will need you, Cherilith; you must help eliminate her. Go for her wings and belly. The green Kynoath brings, Pettahth is to help eliminate. Again the wings and belly. The blue brought by Castidenloth will need you, Raiyth. I know that you are not a fighting spirit, but you will have to be – or these dragons will hurt you and Yours. There is no other choice. The blue that Iorath will bring must be taken down swiftly as well. Jaymith and Peppeth must help Iorath to take him down. This must be swift.
There were a lot of hang-ups. This was assuming that Selenitas managed to follow his instructions to the letter. They had to get everyone away from the infirmary. They just did. They also had to warn the riders – and to that end, Ciceroth (against his own wishes and preferences) brushed the minds of the riders on the ledge privately, We are going to get rid of the dragons on the ledge. You must be ready to duck at a second’s notice. There will likely be flame. Be ready to roll around to put it out. We will do our best to prevent as many injuries as possible, but it is up to you all to duck the second you get a chance. I will warn you when the time comes. Someone will have to move Dohulth’s. The images being shown to him by Shadow made Ka’rys’s stomach flip over. He narrowed his eyes in cold fury and put his hand up against the wall to peek out toward the infirmary entrance. He was going to have to be quick if he was going to keep R’wign from getting killed because of their antics. He didn’t want the healer’s blood on his hands. If it saved everyone else…? Then it was tolerable, but still not preferable. His hands curled around his dirk. Once the Selenitas dragons launched their attack, the riders would be stunned. He’d have to bolt in to help. It was the only way R’wign even had a slight chance… and that was assuming they didn’t kill anyone else in their fury. Hope, hope, hope…
Does everyone understand what their orders are? Remember, we’re to work very quickly. There’s no room for error. You have to follow my instructions to the letter, or we run the risk of getting everyone killed. But no pressure.
Give hands – oh no. No no no. That wasn’t going to end well. R’wign deliberately didn’t offer his arms, though it did him little good since the next moment, the brownrider was grabbing at his face… and R’wign instinctively threw his hands up to grab at the man’s wrists, albeit a second too slow. The pain that flashed through his face was instantaneous and he screamed loud enough that the sound would most assuredly be heard through the entire infirmary. The spot where the piercing was gushing enough blood that it dripped down off his jaw and splattered on the floor underneath him. The scream itself only lasted for a second, but the horror on his face lingered. Despite his desire to not give away how frightened he was, he did end up blanching to a rather impressive shade of white; he couldn’t fight much from his position, period, but the blinding pain in his face was enough that he likely wouldn’t have anyway. Hurt, hurt, hurt. It still hurt to tug on the piercings much let alone – let alone – no getting sick. No getting sick. Was he shaking? Yes, a little, shard it –
Immediately, R’wign tried to jerk his wrist back away from the brownrider, though it was to little avail. “I don’t know,” he repeated, though the words were slurred from the blood still bubbling around his very split bottom lip. “He wasn’t treated here.” He wasn’t entirely sure how to make them understand that he was not lying. When Sel’n got to Selenitas, he’d already been stitched up and the only people who looked after him following his arrival were himself and Kalierre – but neither of them knew much about his condition (primarily because he’d vetoed the idea of exploratory surgery but that was irrelevant). The cutting on his arm made the tremors increase and though he didn’t shriek again, he did have trouble keeping from vomiting outright; he didn’t have a very high pain tolerance and his face felt like it was completely on fire. Slowly lifting his head, R’wign looked up at the man and shuddered. “We got him – already stitched – barely conscious – I treated him following that – but he was just stitches and sporting a minor infection – that’s all, I swear – he took – he took about a month to heal.” It was actually a lie, but he was praying that they didn’t see completely through it. It wasn’t totally one. Sel’n did take a month to recover from the infection, he did have an infection, he did have stitches – but it was Kalierre who treated him, and R’wign was simply not willing to hand her over. Even if it did hurt.
What did he mean about what he told him…?
“He didn’t tell me anything?” What did they want to know? His confusion blossomed over his face and he jerked his head before actually pulling forward on the grips of the bluerider holding him. Blood. So much blood. Oh he was going to be sick. “Don’t – I’m trying –“ It hurt so much to talk, so much to talk, “I don’t – please don’t bring anyone else in –He just had an infection, his chest was cut up –” Maybe he could feed information to the people outside. Maybe. He didn’t know, but he needed – he needed to keep them talking and not cutting on him because of Faranth did it hurt, and he wasn’t sure he could handle much more without throwing up all over the man’s face. Which would not go over well. “Your questions – they’re-“ He paused to choke and bowed his head, blood spilling down his jaw again, mingling with saliva to drip down onto his shirt before he finished softly with, “… vague…”
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Post by Lotty on Feb 12, 2010 17:14:12 GMT -5
Pettahth mentally silenced his rider's various musings as commands came in from Ciceroth. Not that he was putting down what ever it was that K'sel had on his mind, it was just much more important that he kept his head on the game and not wrapped around silly girls. After all, he had been able to do the same thing ever since called to the infirmary, the least His could do was clear himself of worries and anxieties for five minutes. The brown hardly stirred as he gathered the information. Coordinates. He'd be relaying the coordinates. Not a task to blow off, not at all. Luckily he was the type of dragon that knew his place and took tasks head on. Yes, Ciceroth. I understand my mission and will rise to the occasion.
Their bronze leader might have some concerns about the still young dragon handling such an important facet of the operation -not that any part was less vital than the other - but Pettahth was just as concerned the others following their orders. He saw no reason why they wouldn't be able to though, this was all clear enough right? The brown himself would make sure that he held up his end and allow the others to do theirs. Not to be caught wasting time he had already began to lock in on all of the targets and the perfect spots in the sky even before he filled in K'sel. He was sure his rider would be just as elated for this as we was all things. K'selmine. We have very serious task at hand... What are you suggesting? I take everything seriously all the time...don't need your... Silence. We will not attack, not right away, this will take focus and precision. I know I can trust you with this...
K'sel cocked his eyebrow. He found some kind of humor in the fact that his dragon found this information to be so immediate that he couldn't just put it all out on the table for him. Spit it out! We are to handle the coordinates and bring the dragons up into the air. Some of them will have broken off to pick off the Fort dragons. If all goes to plan we will then be able to attack...Kynoath will bring us a green. Still this was all a little funny, just a tiny bit, if only because the brown spoke as is he had planned to debate these commands. The young man had no such designs. As rebellious as he came off to some people he really knew his limits. He had never fought Fort dragons before...it was probably best to go along with the orders coming down from the man with some first hand experience: the ex-Fortian himself.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 12, 2010 18:00:51 GMT -5
R’fuin and Ylonth may as well have been a dragon and rider statue for the amount they moved immediately after landing, R’fuin’s first aid skills were shamefully basic and were only to be applied if the only other option was imminent death, and Ylonth, apparently, just didn’t feel like moving. The blue dragon had landed, furled his wings, folded his legs under himself, swept his tail around his feet, and remained motionless after that. Ciceroth was giving the orders; he’d get around to them eventually. In the meantime they had enough to think about.
Ylonth dipped his muzzle in agreement with Ciceroth, flame was doing them more harm than good, these might not be the best fighters of the enemy but Selenitas raised dragons were amateurs by comparison. The blue dragon’s eyes nearly glowed as he heard his orders, not only was he going to have a chance at that arrogant little green who occupied the infirmary ledge but he was also trusted with the safety of those within. If his rider’s sitting there like a useless lump was caused by wounded pride that should get him to sit up and pay attention, if he was being so quiet for some other reason then a proper job should distract him from whatever it was.
R’fuin, stop brooding. We’re going to attack.[/color] The blue’s eye momentarily picked up sparks of green as he felt his rider shift and sit up straighter, although without Ciceroth’s to speak there was nothing for the riders to pay attention to. We have an important task to carry out, Ciceroth wishes us to go between, grab that green on the ledge and bring her back here, where Hokth will assist us in eliminating her. He adds that this must be done with all speed.[/color]
R’fuin smiled grimly, and ran a hand over the soft hide in front of him. Ylonth made it so simple but no doubt they were part of some greater plan that Ciceroth and Ka’rys had cooked up. Ylonth simply hadn’t seen fit to pass on the rest of what was happening. we’re going to have to come in right above her aren’t we? R’fuin asked, almost rhetorically as he considered the matter, they’d need to grab the other dragon and be gone again before she could react by flaming whoever she could reach. Yes. Pettahth will give us coordinates when required.[/color] R’fuin rolled his eyes and snorted, at least Ylonth was sanguine about all this. Or not, he amended his thought as the edge of Ylonth’s emotions caught him. In that case, at least R’fuin wasn’t alone.
I understand wingleader.[/color] Ylonth confirmed when the bronze asked, suppressing every trace of fury and battle lust for a calm, unemotional tone.
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Post by kat on Feb 12, 2010 20:43:20 GMT -5
Clearly if this plan failed, they were all done for. So it was that Rayne and Kynoath decided that they would do their part with concise precision, and try to be sure it did not fail. This might be the only chance Selenitas had at defeating and driving away Fort. There could be no screwing up, no mishaps. They, for their part, would do their best to follow orders and get this done. They had an advantage in this: this was their style of attack. To dive in and then go between had always been their strength, even back at Fort. Back at Fort...
Rayne had recognized some of the riders. She was sure some had recognized her. Still, they'd acted thus far with no hesitation. Why was this lingering in her mind, now? Was it because the whole plan was to wipe out the Fort dragons? To kill them, no matter that she knew them or no? Still, she steeled herself. They would do likewise to her or her green, had they a moment's chance. They were simply making sure that those Fortians never had the chance. They had come here, to Selenitas, and not the other way around. They were protecting their home and defending their people and dragons. This was why she'd left Fort. Steely eyed, she waited until the instructions were through, before nodding curtly, though no one could really see. They could do this, and they would succeed.
When Kynoath had finished relaying Ciceroth's orders, Rayne took a deep breath. Out came the flask and down went the last of the drink it contained. She was not doing too shabbily, considering that was merely flask one of two. She felt the pleasant comfort that came with the drink, but it did not dull her awareness or response time, nor her actions. No, she knew her limits all too well, and would never jeopardize their mission or this battle by getting drunk out on the field. The drink merely took off the edge.
We await your signal,[/color] Kynoath relayed to Ciceroth, and then, to Pettahth, Be ready to attack the undersides, I will grab from the top and keep her in my grip so that you may eliminate her.[/color] Both jobs were dangerous. Pettahth would have to face teeth and claws of the green she would bring, and yet she would have to initialize the attack and hold fast, and trust the brown, whom she was not overly familiar with, to execute said green without harming herself or her rider. The thought was sobering, admittedly, yet what else could be done? They would have to trust K'sel and his brown to do their task as they would have to trust them to do theirs. They awaited the coordinates, readying themselves to do what need be done with all speed and haste.
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Zexion was relaying images to his, from what the dragons were broadcasting, and trying to keep her updated on everything going on. Only, it made her frustrated, because there were dragons being injured and there was nothing she could do from here! Unless she were to go out to the ledge and somehow get transported elsewhere, she could only rely on her 'mandyr to keep her informed on what was going on, and hope that some of the dragons could safely get here to be treated.[/size]
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Post by Rowana on Feb 12, 2010 20:50:13 GMT -5
Ruskeath stayed still as Ciceroth spoke. Hardly even his tail twitched and his eyes were decivingly calm. He knew that panic was useless and would only lead to more mistakes. He tensed slightly. His wingleader's plan was risky, especially for G'tor and the other riders on the ledge. Ruskeath hoped it went as well as it was said, but plans rarely did. I understand, he replied smoothly. He had a hard task ahead and if he failed, well, he just wouldn't fail. Too many riders and dragons were counting on them.
G'tor almost ran to K'von when he went down, but he stopped himself. It would be better not to make a scene. A sudden movement like that could be mistaking for a foolish attempt to escape. He knelt down as order, holding back his worry. They had to buy more time. He winced in sympathy, but was relieved to see K'von was moving on his own, so he couldn't be too badly hurt. He still needed healing though, sooner rather than later. Ciceroth's announcement was a surprise, as he rarely heard other dragons speak to him, but this was hardly a normal day. Tor-mine, Ruskeath added when Ciceroth had finished. I will take the brown. Stay low. G'tor glanced causally up at the Fort brown, giving his dragon a clearer picture of his target. He looked awfully big, but then most dragons did from this angle. Be careful he sent back. And you.
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Farryl stroked Peppeth soothingly as she relayed Ciceroth's orders. She knew this was upsetting Peppeth. Ever since the last attack, Peppeth hated being separated from Farryl. It will be alright, dearest, Farryl assured her. Now tell Ciceroth we'll do it. Peppeth stifled a whimper, but did as she was told. Peppeth will go. she told the bronze sadly. She wormed her way slowly through the dragons, trying not to look like she meant to do anything but see to Dsoleth’s. As she went, Farryl carefully passed out small bags of firestone that she'd brought, saving the most for Dsoleth. Hopefully he wouldn't need it.
Peppeth leaned in close to the brown, stretching as tall as she could. Even so, Farryl had to climb up his straps to reach his rider. "Hey there, T'san," Farryl called softly. "Remember me? Farryl?" She was trying to remember if they had ever talked much outside of wing drills, but the memory was escaping her. "Fiona and I are going to look after you, so stay awake alright." She smiled jokingly. "You don't want to miss be care for by two beautiful women, do you?" Peppeth got herself ready to take off, and watched Farryl nervously. Keep Farryl-mine safe? she begged Dsoleth. She could hardly bare to leave her.
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T'ke had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out. Shards, but did they have to kick him?! Wasn't he down enough? He tried to focus on what was said. When the apprentices came to move him, he was ready. He kept his body limp. It wasn't easy, but at least they didn't seem to be paying much attention to him. Not that pretending would probably do much good anymore. He wasn't much more use awake than not. At least Kalierre and Phremanth seemed to think it was a good idea, though having the green speak to him almost made him jump as much as getting kicked.
T'ke-mine Garaeth jumped in calmly. We are going to attack soon. I must fly with the wing. T'ke's heart dropped into his stomach. Garaeth would be in danger and he couldn't even help. What about me? Maybe they had something useful for him to do. Garaeth paused a little longer than T'ke found comforting. Do not die. he advised smoothly. Thanks, Garaeth, T'ke grumbled. Good advice that. Well, since he was over here, maybe he could help defend the healers when the time came. At least he could be another target.
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Post by Sheari on Feb 12, 2010 22:05:22 GMT -5
The feeling of the bronze brushing his mind felt strange, as Pagoth was wont to keep to himself. However, he listened intently, hanging onto the words, fear he lose them. They were going to attack the Fort dragons. Ciceroth began dolling out orders and instructions and the brown simply sat there, watching him. The way he understood it, he was going to follow Ciceroth and help take down the brown on the ledge. There was to be no flaming. C'ryl? We are going to attack. I will be following Ciceroth.[/color] The contact would not have been made at all if he was confident in this. From his vantage point before landing, the brown had seen the disorganization. There was bound to be injuries, more likely deaths. These dragons were born and trained to fight.
All he had ever fought was Thread. He had doubts of the fighting abilities of the others.
Be safe. The only reply he got. The man standing on the ledge next to the green that wanted so bad to flame them all felt so afraid and small in that moment. Child positively shook, her tail becoming a choker on the brownrider, her sharp claws digging painfully into his shoulder. He inhaled sharply and reached to soothe her before she began ripping up the flesh. She'd always had sharp claws. Looking down, C'ryl found a small chunk of firestone. He began to take a consideration of their position. They were all trapped on a ledge with an enemy green behind them and they were surrounded by firestone. Their dragons were plotting an attack that might fail miserably all the while the Fortians had captive a dragonrider and a weyrhealer in one.
He began to kick the rock back and forth, gently, between his boots. They might all wind up between before the day was done at this rate. Always the optimist.
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Post by Ember on Feb 12, 2010 23:00:02 GMT -5
Dsoleth watched the other rider climb onto him. He just barely managed not to get angry at K'thay. He was trying to help his, not harm him further. He wasn't able to supress a slight warning rumble when T'san groaned at the pain the check induced. He wanted to complain when the man told him there was little he could do. He wanted His better right away. He rumbled a little more in his worried discontent. The bluerider's next words worried him though. Endanger His if he kept flying? He crouched down lower to the ground at the thought.
T'san felt the bark put in his hand and he brought it to his mouth. The instructions were simple enough. Chew, spit. His brown urging him on didn't let him forget it either. He put the bark in his mouth and chewed on it weakly. Gross. It seemed like forever before he could spit it out and he nearly didn't. Couldn't hurt to just let it sit there, right? Spit it out, T'sanfoolmine, the brown ordered imperiously. Dsoleth's behaviour seemed gruff but despite the fuzziness of everything he knew the brown cared. The brownrider spat out the bark into his hand and played with the texture. It felt wet and gross but it was something to focus his mind on.
Dsoleth looked down again in surprise as K'thay smeared something on his burn. He hadn't really noticed his return. The gel felt nice and he lowered his neck without complaint. He was trying to help and though he could do little for T'san the brown could benefit from his assistance. The mostly ignored scratch was remembered again with pain as K'thay worked but it was nothing the brown couldn't handle. He remained as still as he could while the man went to tend to others. During that time Ciceroth nosed him and gave him instructions.
The brown was both grateful and disappointed when he was told to remain behind. He didn't want His in harm's way but he also wanted to rip the ones who had hurt him in the first place to shreds. Gratefullness won out (though his anger didn't fade) and he responded, I won't allow them to get hurt. Thank you and good luck. Asking the bronze to make sure they took them out was unneeded for it went without saying that they would kill them given the chance.
Peppeth approached and he crooned softly. He was taking Hers. She was probably worried about leaving Hers with him. He hadn't lied to Ciceroth and he wouldn't lie to her. I will Peppeth. I won't allow Yours to come to harm. He heard Farryl's words to his rider and knew that she was doing all she could for T'san. The least he could do was return the favour.
T'san opened his eyes and rolled them to look at Farryl. Did he remember her? Yes, yes he did. "Farryl~ g'morning," he mumbled. "Tired. Very sleepy." He smiled weakly at her joking. "Wouldn't...miss it...for the world." Phew, talking was harder than he'd have guessed. His eyes screwed shut but the willow bark was helping with the pain. "What happened?" He couldn't quite recall how he'd been injured. He remembered Fort coming and attacking but that was about all he recalled of recent events. Details were lost to him at the moment.
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Post by Tashe on Feb 12, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -5
His eyes followed K'von as he fell to the ledge. It looked, and sounded as if that lashing hurt. Taking a knee and then shifting his weight so that he knelt, E'rro sat back on his heels. His hands settled on his thighs, for he could not decide on a better place to put them. Several things were running through his head, and none of them were particularly nice. It was fortunate that Ciceroth contacted them and derailed his train of thought. He would help K'von if he could, since it was he that got the other Brownrider injured. The way his arm hung didn't bode well.
Ismaroth remained silent as he listened to Ciceroth take command of both wings, knowing that this plan could only be explained by the Dragon who came up with it. Shifting slightly as he moved to look at his Wingsecond, the Brown began to carefully fold his injured wing. It took two unsuccessful attempts before the appendage accepted his instructions. To Ciceroth he responded, Understood. Then he turned his mind to Dsoleth. I will remain on the ground if attacked, I do not believe I can get into the sky as fast as I would need to. I will shield Yours and the females with my body as a second line of defense. Twitching his tail, Ismaroth then turned to Peppeth's and Rayith's, only now remembering something that would be useful for them. I have a small medical supply kit attached to my harness. It is stalked for Dragonhealing but maybe the things inside could end up being of use to you.
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He nodded and took off. K'thay approached the other dragons and moved around them, occasionally applying a small dab of aloe on small burns or applying a small cut of cotton onto a gash to staunch bloodflow. Soon enough those cotton cuts would be saturated enough that no amount of fire would catch them. As he circled back to Dsoleth, the Bluerider removed his bootknife. Stepping up to his neck, he cut the modified pressure bandage and pulled it carefully free. It wasn't ichoring anymore, with was a plus. Wadding the material up, he dropped it on the ground before turning his attention on the young woman who had climbed up to T'san. "Be very careful getting him down. No jerky movements and support is head, he probably has whiplash as well." Turning as Castidenloth urged him back, K'thay nodded to the Brown and the others before clipping his satchel closed. He reached the Blue and vaulted up onto his neck, immediately securing himself to the harness. Removing his satchel, he rolled up the shoulder strap and lashed it in place behind him.
A coordinated attack. Finally something that wasn't freestyle fighting. Pulling his claws against the ground, he arched his neck before laying it flat so his Human could get on. Perfectly clear Wingleader. Get in, get out and bring the present with him. He knew that, although it sounded simple it could go wrong in so many ways. He did not wish to think about it all the outcomes, so he fed K'thay the instructions instead. He would try to shred as much of the Blue's wings as possible as the Green attacked from another angle.
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Saraina got onto her knees with a small amount of difficulty. She was developing something of a headache, and the cut on her face was stinging. Nothing she couldn't deal with, she'd had worse, but it didn't help at all. Taking the fabric away from her face, she waited a few moments before tossing it aside. Mine we are go-- Don't tell me what you're going to do. I don't want to worry anymore than I already am. You just take care so I don't have to watch you get a limb sewn back on or something. She shifted her position so that it was more comfortable, and also more practical. If she needed to hit the deck quickly, it would now be a simple matter of throwing herself forward.
Yes. Understood. He did not like the female on the ledge, and was more than happy to be assigned to help take her out. No one threatened his Raina without some sort of retaliation on his part. Shuffling his wings the tealish Blue flicked his tail back and forth with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. As soon as Ylonth jumped into the air, he would too and then wait for him to come back.
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Post by mierce on Feb 13, 2010 12:45:39 GMT -5
The instructions from Ciceroth were clear enough, but the absolute coordination required was something unheard of for Selenitas dragons. Iorath mused on how their Weyr must be nothing more than annoying little gnats for the war dragons of Fort.
He brushed the mind of his rider. Evr. Present. A flat-toned response as expected. We are launching the counter-offensive with Pettahth giving the coordinates. Ylonth will grab the green from the ledge and drag her between to here where we’ll take them down. Same with the brown. Be ready to duck and roll if she attempts to flame Good. She’s getting annoying to watch strutting about. Nevermind that the green in question wasn’t exactly doing any such thing. The rest of us will take out the remaining dragons in a similar manner. Do be careful. Wouldn’t want a repeat of the Siege, only with the tables turned.
Iorath tossed his head to the side and idly stretched his wings before folding them against his body again. Understood, Ciceroth.
On the ledge, Evrgarde had been forced to her knees and was blankly watching their captors stand guard. She wondered just how well this plan was going to unfold. Surely the Fort dragons would be expecting something of this sort, having the Selenitas riders held hostage notwithstanding.
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Post by rii on Feb 13, 2010 17:15:15 GMT -5
Talzeth's tail flicked from where it hung over the ledge of the infirmary. He was constantly scanning the skies around them while Mirath humored herself by tormenting the nerves of the prisoners. Too empty. The brown's tail flicked again. He didn't like it. A concerned dragon should be scouting the scene, waiting for something to boil over. But no. A complete absence in the skies lead Talzeth to believe the dragons had re-grouped out of immediate sight and were attempting to formulate a plan.
"I told you, R'wign. It is up to you how quick and painless this could have been." D'que used a finger to peel back the small section of skin. No doubt it was painful, but experience let D'que know that the visual horrifying effect usually was the part that intensified any feelings of pain. Especially against soft ones like the weyrhealer. Most of what D'que did was superficial, a bit of blood for a visual scare, some pain to help convince the person to speak – the lip ring though, he didn't realize would bleed so much, or make R'wign's words slur so badly. Men of war didn't wear such.. jewelry.. for that obvious reason. Torture was more of a mental than physical process anyway..
"Sel'n must have spoken about what happened to him. You wouldn't be a good healer if you didn't ask what happened. He remembers something. What did he tell you?" And it didn't matter to D'que if Sel'n really didn't remember anything. If there was something, anything, relative to what he wanted to know he would find it – or leave R'wign behind in a broken mess when he was sure the man wasn't hiding information.
D'que was just starting to bend R'wign's middle finger backwards when the screams of dragon reach his ears. On the ledge both the green and brown swung their heads in the direction of the Main Hall. The message that Salenth broadcast had the two fortian dragons exchanging glances.
Running out of time. What were those other idiots doing? If they didn't control their respective areas he was going to have a shit-ton of dragons winging toward him in retaliation. The only thing that kept the six dragons of his wing safe from Selenitas's numbers was the threat of harming the hostages. He knew he was at a disadvantage if Selenitas decided that a few causalities was a price they were willing to pay..
Agreeing with his brown's urgings to hurry along, D'que dropped R'wign's hand before crossing to the door. "Time to go." V'lyr was already pulling the healer to his feet as D'que lead the way back out into the main room. Orders were shared and spread through the dragons, and it was clear enough.. as V'lyr tugged bloodied R'wign along... the healer would be going with them.
[ooc: You have permission to take the dragons between to carry out the plan as needed~ ]
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Post by kysseh on Feb 14, 2010 14:46:21 GMT -5
The request was a surprising one, but Hepaticath has no problem in relaying it to Savitri, shifting her gold bulk on her couch as the goldrider silently relayed a response. A journeyman, Savitri was not, but she knew how to manage a concussion. And really… managing was all that could be done from that distance.
Do not apologize. Emergencies are emergencies. the gold told her mate with quiet affection, uttering a soft croon that she knew he could not hear. I will give them instructions from Mine. Stay safe… you and Yours. Time was short, so she would not trouble him further. Instead, the gold turned her energy for a brief second to comforting Hers, who was currently twitching in the midst of the furniture jungle at the sight of R’wign being led through the main room. Poor Checkoth’s was going to need healing, and Hepaticath silently impressed on Hers to remain still, aware of Salenth’s message. If Hers could simply remain unobtrusive for the moment, all could remain well.
Raiyth’s, Peppeth’s… The gold brushed gently over the minds of the two greenriders, careful to moderate her mental tones. She had occasionally been told that her mindvoice was overwhelming to those unused to it, so she had to be cautious. Startling the two humans was bad. Mine says there is very little you can do except to keep him warm and awake. Try to not let him fall asleep. If he is on his dragon, get him to the ground where there is less motion. If he has bleeding wounds, put pressure on them to keep them from bleeding. Give him a little water if you have some to keep him from being dehydrated.
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It was relatively easy to distribute the remaining firestone with everyone bunched so close, but Fiona was still edgy about even moving around with all of the dragons at the infirmary below. The greenrider dragged the remaining bags over to the two browns, smiling a bit shakily up at Dsoleth and Ismaroth. “Just… umm… make poking motions at me if you need some, but don’t knock me over, okay?” she said somewhat meekly, nearly jumping out of her skin when an unfamiliar voice touched over her mind. Oooh, that was unnerving. Who was-
Hepaticath. Instructions for taking care of Dsoleth’s like I told you she would give. Raiyth told Hers gently, nosing lightly at the young woman to get her moving towards Ciceroth. I will do my best, Ciceroth. Mine still stay and care for Dsoleth’s. The green aimed a croon in the direction of the two browns, aware of the fact that Hers’ safety would be entirely in their claws. They could do it. Really… they could. She had a blue to help cripple, which made her sad and scared all at once. She did not want to be flamed.
Fiona was fully aware of Raiyth’s nervousness about taking the life of another dragon, and she wished there was another way. There wasn’t, though. They had to fight, and the young woman sniffled quietly as she scurried over to Ciceroth to drag the blankets from his riding gear. “Sorry. We’ll do our best,” she whispered at the bronze, hauling the blankets over to Dsoleth’s side. “Here. Let’s see if we can get him off and let him rest against Dsoleth. Then he’s not moving around,” she told Farryl with more confidence than she felt, setting down the blankets and running to retrieve the kit from Ismaroth’s harness. So many unfamiliar dragons in her head… it was frightening.
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Dohulth’s wings flared out once and then settled again, his pale head tilting to regard Ciceroth with one rapidly whirling eye. The bronze had a plan, it seemed, and the plan was… going to be a dangerous one. Their odds for success were rather slim, and Dohulth chose to not dwell on the fact that His was in a prime position to be destroyed in the mayhem. Not only was His out on the ledge, but the man was wounded and not very mobile. His was silently mumbling something about broken ribs and bad coughs, and the brown had to meld minds with the man for a moment to inform him of the situation.
They probably wouldn’t survive.
My orders are to take one of the greens and bring her /between/ here to dispatch her with Cherilith’s help. I understand. the brown said with an almost eerie amount of calm, his eyes shifting to whirl almost straight red. I wait for your orders. It seemed the brown had a violent spirit in him after all, buried down somewhere that its ugly head rarely saw fit to surface. Now, though, his claws clacked lightly on the stone in preparation. If they flamed His, killed His... then Dohulth would not come from between. The green would be taken with him, and there would be no need for claws.
K’von was only dimly aware of the instructions given him by both Dohulth and Ciceroth. He seemed to be residing in his own private world of agony, and very little was registering past the pain of each breath. He struggled for another inhale, aware of the fact that there was movement and activity going on around him. Strange how blurry and vague it all seemed. He leaned forward a bit, resting his good hand on the ground for balance in the hopes that would ease some of his wooziness. Faranth, but his arm burned. Where did that extra joint in it come from? Peh. Awkward.
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Post by Requiem on Feb 15, 2010 4:44:16 GMT -5
Kalierre's eyes narrowed on Savitri, who went pale, but then the screams started a split second later. The Fort riders wouldn't notice, then. Her fingers curled in T'ke's hair...prone to fainting at the sight of blood, this one, and the screams couldn't help. Her head dipped, letting the hair that never liked to completely stay up fall around her face and conceal it somewhat. Bastards. Sick... What did they want out of him, anyway? R'wign was an intelligent smart alec that she happened to be very fond of even outside of the realm of professionalism, but he was soft. They wouldn't have to do much. He'd be spilling everything he knew, and as soon as they were satisfied, they'd kill him. Shard it, Ka'rys, get your ass in gear.
She didn't even spare a thought for K'von. Looking at him now would finish her quickly unraveling control.
Salenth. Straightening, her stomach clenched. Things would happen now, for good or ill, and she strongly suspected ill...but no, they didn't retaliate immediately by flaming the riders. Checkoth's scream didn't come. Garaeth's...we are sorry to ask this of you, but if you could help delay? Or at least allow Mine to move when the time comes. Kalierre still didn't know what she thought she'd do, even as they came through the door. All she knew was that they were leaving...with R'wign. It couldn't be anything threatening or they'd respond. Flame the riders. Kill R'wign. Both. What...there had to be something...
Even if they knew it was likely just an attempt to delay, they probably wouldn't respond if it wasn't threatening, beyond hurting R'wign more or hurting her. Without the riders and R'wign there was nothing stopping the other Selenitas riders. Cane fell from limp figures, rolling across the floor, and she slipped out from under T'ke, crawling across the floor after it. Playing up her hip but still moving quickly enough...yes. Right in front of their feet. Kalierre glanced up, brushing her hair away from her face and...released the careful control she'd been keeping over the bile in her stomach. On their shoes. Vomit, adding to the stench of the blood and piss...probably the dead girl's. With any luck it would start a chain reaction.
Reduced to vomitting on people...at least it was original. And hopefully it would halt them long enough that they couldn't escape with R'wign. She tensed for the kick that was probably coming.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 17, 2010 22:34:34 GMT -5
Mustn’t throw up, mustn’t throw up, mustn’t throw up –
If one were to look at how wide R’wign’s eye was, it would have been a very sad thing indeed. He very distinctly resembled a wild animal trapped in a cage. Despite his mental proclamations, he actually did feel vomit rising through his stomach and he flinched back as much as he could from his own arm. The blood and the sight of his skin pulled up unnaturally made him want to vomit and it took all of his self-restraint to avoid screaming in response. Outright screaming… again. His expression was significantly more horrified and he very strongly looked as if he’d faint at any second; he was definitely pale. Blood didn’t bother him: R’wign was used to blood as a healer. And people’s bodies mangled beyond recognition didn’t bother him usually, either. However, seeing his own being casually torn up as if he were little more than a ragdoll was enough to tip him over the age – that and the pain, primarily from his lip that was still oozing enough blood to make him look more zombie than human.
“He- he remembered – almost – he said nothing,” R’wign hissed with a shudder – but part of that was anxiety. Kaaoloth had remembered dragons. He’d said that Sel’n was hurt and the people there had dragons. The line of questioning had him convinced that Fort had something to do with it, but he wasn’t about to blurt that out. He didn't even know how to begin. What Sel’n told him made little to no sense – he’d been hurt, some people with dragons jumped him; that was all Kaaoloth could remember and it was mostly nonsensical. “He kept saying – saying he didn’t know – when he came here he was –” Another loud scream escaped him as his finger was bent back, and the voice that silkily draped through his mind – not Checkoth’s, definitely not – made him want to shriek in terror. It didn’t sound good and neither did the sounds of the dragons from outside. Was that Selenitas? Please don’t be Selenitas…
His hand was released. Flinching, R’wign stumbled backwards, almost falling against the bluerider that grabbed him. He immediately struggled, instinct taking over; wherever they were going, he definitely did not want to come, and fear was the dominant emotion; R’wign thrashed against the bluerider, digging his heels onto the ground to try and prevent himself from being dragged. Terrified or not, he wasn’t going anywhere; there was no hope if he went with them, he knew enough to know that. If they were determined to take him with them, he wasn’t going to survive, and he didn’t want to die. Not even blood loss was enough to stop him from fighting some… even if it did feel like he was gushing half of his life down his face and arm. Ow, ow, ow –
… what was she – R’wign flinched back away from Kalierre, stopping instinctively to avoid stopping on her, and he leaned back with his good arm to elbow the bluerider as hard as he could. Probably suicidal but did he care? Not right at that moment – suicidally defending himself was better than just mindlessly agreeing to his demise by far.
The varying confirmations made Ciceroth cock his head to the side. Hepaticath’s response earned her a surge of affection from the bronze and as Salenth spoke, he flared his wings and spoke to the Selenitas dragons first, uttering only one word to their minds – GO! And please let them not screw it all up. Their situation was desperate enough that even one mistake could result in so many riders being burnt. And, selfish creature that he was, Ciceroth was glad that his rider wasn’t out on that ledge. If they did screw up, Ka’rys would still be able to defend himself. He wouldn’t be burnt any worse than he already was… hopefully…
Pushing himself off the cliff face, Ciceroth ascended into the air in one swift wingbeat, his mind brushing that of the dragonriders trapped on the ledge with the Fort dragons. Duck. It was the only warning they would receive. If they didn’t follow his instruction, he wasn’t taking any responsibility for their burns that would invariably come if Ylonth and Ruskeath did not follow his instructions to the letter. And he was counting on the riders inside to disarm the dragonriders – it was the only option that they had. None of Selenitas’s dragons could be spared to secure the ledge. Please, please let it all go well.
As soon as Salenth’s comment reached him, Ka’rys was mobile. The bronzerider pushed off the wall and proceeded to run out into the hallway as fast (and quietly) as he could toward the infirmary. One hand went up to brace him on the doorframe before he swung into the room. The doorway was unguarded – probably not expecting anyone to come from that side, or expecting to see them in advance, but he was counting on the Fort riders being distracted by the dragon attack and thus not noticing his arrival. Maybe a naïve hope, but he didn’t have the luxury of waiting any longer. Salenth’s proclamation pretty much sealed the deal – although did he know how much trouble he put people in with that? Shard it, shard it, shard it –
It was probably a good thing that he was small and mostly graceful, because the almost acrobatic way that Ka’rys flung himself over the piles of furniture to get to the ledge would have been problematic for a larger man to accomplish. Foreign riders on the ledge. He didn’t recognize very many of them (problem with not remembering much about Selenitas period), but the two holding R’wign were from the images shown to him by Savitri’s little white menace and they were good enough targets. Throwing himself forward, he gripped onto the bluerider holding the healer’s arms and tackled him to the side, putting the full weight of his body into the blow to hopefully knock him over.
And he just hoped at the Selenitas riders who were able decided to follow his lead, or he was definitely going to be in a lot of trouble.
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Post by Rowana on Feb 18, 2010 9:27:36 GMT -5
Ruskeath was ready when the call came. Powerful leg muscles launched him into the air and his wings did the rest. He found Pettahth's coordinates and tuck his wings in to a dive. Normally he would be too close to the ground for such a move, but he didn't plan on being there for long. In an instant he had winked between and reaapeared above the infirmary ledge and the waiting Fort brown. He dropped like a stone, putting all his weight into the other dragon's back. His claws gripped the base of his wings, not caring the damage he might do. For a few seconds the two dragons were at odds, then momentum won out and they were out into empty space.
Two flaps later, Ruskeath betweened again, this time returning to a location above his comrades. He hoped Pagoth and Ciceroth moved quickly. He wasn't sure he could hang on to the brown much longer. He was sure to fight like a mad beast.
Garaeth was up and moving with the others. Rising to just behind Hokth. He circled, waiting for Ylonth to bring the green. He hoped he could manage it, or His and many others would be in very real danger. For now all he could do was wait, and watch for a moment to help. With luck, Hokth and Ylonth could take the green without him, but they had relied too much on luck already. Even he was starting to doubt it.
Peppeth winged into the sky behind Jaymith. She flitted about like a nervous fire lizard. This was terrible. Hers wasn't with her and Ciceroth had asked her to attack a blue that Iorath brought. What if she couldn't do it? She'd never hurt anyone before. It didn't feel right. She wanted to go back to Farryl and bury her nose in her chest. Farryl would make it all better, like she always did. But she had to be strong. She had promised.
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Farryl winced at the voice that entered her mind. It was much stronger than Peppeth's soft one. She shook her head to clear it, and focused on what Hepaticath was saying. She nodded out of habit, though the queen couldn't see that. Fiona already had the blankets under control it seemed. "Got it," she agreed. She turned back to T'san and tried the help ease him down Dsoleth's side onto the blankets. She hoped he was coherent enough to help, because he was too heavy to carry. "You tried to take out a dragon with your head," she explain as she worked. Anything to keep him awake and talking. "Didn't go so well. Let's get you down, nice and easy."
G'tor rolled to the side at the warning. Fortunately, most of them were already kneeling and much closer to the ground. Not that it would matter if the two dragons above them got a chance to flame. They'd all be toast in whatever position. He caught sight of Ka'rys and R'wign and two Fort riders, but they were too far away to help. K'von was closer. G'tor half ran, half crawled over to him. "Can you move?" he asked quickly, even as he tried to help him over to a wall where they could be out of the way. Injured as he was, K'von was a prime target for becoming another hostage. G'tor wasn't going to let that happen.
Delay them? Was she mad? T'ke was pretty sure it would only take them a few seconds to finish him off if he rushed in blindly. That was hardly a delaying tactic. He could throw up, like Kalierre, he certainly felt like it, but he'd already lost his lunch in the Main Hall. Nothing much else in there. By the time he'd finished thinking about what to do, chaos seemed to have broken out. Well, it was now or never he supposed. T'ke rolled over and flung himself at the nearest Fort rider, one who was probably supposed to be guarding them while they're leader took R'wign. He tried to make it a tackle, like Ka'rys, but what he managed was more of a flailing leap on to the rider's back. He clung for his life and prayed he hadn't just gotten himself killed.
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Post by kysseh on Feb 19, 2010 1:04:17 GMT -5
Fiona was nervous as she helped Farryl remove the brownrider from his dragon. The greenrider spared a single glance for her mindmate, watching the green prepare to fight with the others. Fighting. Scary. “Easy, you. Let us take your weight as much as you need to. We can take it,” she reassured the man, helping him to slide down towards the ground. Poor man. He needed to be bundled up in blankets and snuggled for awhile. “Do you hurt anywhere else that you can tell us?”
Raiyth followed Ciceroth up into the air at his command, nervously waiting for her blue partner to emerge from between with their feared adversary. It was not her wish to hurt someone, but she would do what she must. Her black claws clacked together as her forepaws formed into fists, her broad wings keeping her aloft with easy flaps. Oh, but she hoped he hurried! She just wanted to make all of the bad ones go away so that she could get back to protecting hers. Aim for the wings and the neck and the underbelly… right. She could do this.
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Dohulth was airborne and between as soon as the commands and coordinates were received, the brown wasting no time in transferring himself to the airspace above the infirmary ledge. Take cover, Mine. he warned His briefly before his wings folded for a steep dive for the short distance to reach his target. Flying green was his now, and he hit and seized the beast with all the force of his greater mass. If his foreclaws snagged against her wings on their way to grab her shoulders, then it was of little consequence. He went between as soon as he was sure he had a firm hold, hoping that from this position, she could not whip around to bite or flame him. It was an awful risk, but he had to take it. The Selenitas dragons and Theirs had to live.
He emerged back over the top of the canyon, waiting for his partner to rip into the green’s soft underbelly. Do it quickly, Cherilith. I can not hold her forever. The gray-brown jaws snapped at the green’s wings, aiming to disable them. His shoulder and foreleg were in an incredible amount of pain, though that was nothing compared to the agony that His was in.
The command registered in K’von’s pain-fogged mind, and he managed to flop himself flat on his stomach with little difficulty, his mouth open on a silent scream. The agony of broken ribs was nothing compared to the fire in his left arm where it was twisted oddly, partially beneath him and partially sticking out at horrible angles. The brownrider gargled weakly on blood in his windpipe, barely registering as another rider approached him. Were they all going to die? Was there fire? He didn’t know.
“Nnh…” he mumbled, leaning on G’tor as he half-staggered, half-crawled away from the chaos. He probably would not get half a green tail-length, he reasoned, before he was flattened by fire or tail. Perhaps Dohulth’s rage had him that calm, despite the pain. He wasn’t sure, but oh, did he hope Kalierre was safe.
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Everything was disintegrating into madness before her eyes, and Savitri watched in shock and dismay as Kalierre seemed to purposefully aim the contents of her stomach onto the shoes of the riders who held R’wign. Hepaticath’s quiet warning alerted her as the Selenitas dragons began to claim the intruders from the ledge and from the air. Her line of sight towards K’von was no longer good, but she hoped the brownrider had made it to safety. Chaos. Utter chaos.
T’ke was now grappling with one of the riders, and Savitri was torn between the desire and need to stay safe and the wish to protect one of her riders. Yes. Hers. She was only a junior weyrwoman, but it fell to her to keep them safe. Hepaticath was forcefully telling her to stay, and before Savitri could move to act as she wanted, to throw the nearest chair under the feet of the Fort rider that T’ke clung to, the gold decided the action for her.
A sudden screech heralded the arrival of a large green firelizard, and the creature set on the rider’s face with a ferocity that was rarely turned to violence. Hepaticath had apparently impressed upon the green firelizard that the foreign rider was a threat, and Ras was not going to have any of it.
Savitri glanced through the furniture toward the ledge, torn hoping beyond hope that Ka’rys managed to survive the scuffle in one peace. She was stuck in place, unable to move into the infirmary to help the riders and unable to help those on the ledge. There was nothing for her to do, and she, for once, cursed her rank and her lack of fighting ability.
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