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Post by Administrator on Feb 18, 2008 15:31:33 GMT -5
Shmee heaved a sigh of relief as the moment of chaos died down. She had been worried for a moment. But perhaps Threadfall was always this way? Just when you get too comfortable, insanity ensues. Telling herself to never get comfortable around Thread, she readied her flamethrower again, shooting down more strands. She whooped, letting the noise ring around through the empty air... but, even after she stopped, a screech still rang out. Keening. Confused and alarmed, Shmee whirled around, desperate for the source, but it was gone. Lenorath and Meri were not there-- but something else was. Five dragons, all with the same, frightening aura. Shmee paled and she found she was frozen on the spot. The browns were coming toward her and Kaegan and F'rah, leaving Robika to fend for herself. Millieth, Styth, each take a brown! Aslath commanded, trying to make up for her rider's lack of substantial thought. ERIANNATH, COME![/color] she finally shrieked, loud enough to get the green from Selenitas. Shmee wailed at how loud it was in her own head, dropping the flamethrower to her lap and covering her ears, tears forming in her eyes. Mine, pick up that flamethrower![/color] Aslath added forcefully, backwinging to try and avoid the browns. Shaking, Shmee repositioned the flamethrower.
Mine, you have to shoot them with it, Aslath told her, getting panicky at Hers' lack of response.
I'll hurt the dragon! she replied, obviously afraid. Her skin was now white in fright, but Aslath growled.
HE WILL KILL YOU![/color] she screeched again, loud as ever. Eyes pouring, she shot the flamethrower. However, it was a weak shot, and she doubted that it hit. But there was no time to fix it; the large brown had sent a shot of flame at them. Quickly, Aslath backwinged hard, turning her body so she wouldn't get the brunt of the flame even as she turned. Where was S'rei!? She trembled violently, squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for getting hit by flame. Yes, Aslath was trying to turn away from the wing and the flame, but once the flame was gone, they could rush back. It couldn't end like this...
Then there was a pause. A weyrling had bespoken Aslath... Someone killed Aezanth's?[/color] Aslath repeated, dumbstruck, to Shmee. Shmee's blood ran cold.
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D'vin stiffened. It was history repeating itself. He had specifically avoided this combat his whole life... More angry than frightened, he tightened his grip on his riding straps. Perhaps it was because he was Fort-born and biased. But regardless, he was angry. These... half-beings had no right to attack a Weyr in Threadfall! Growling, he spun, and Hiriarth breathed flame at the closest enemy. He was going to kill today. With that, he quickly got into formation, trying to dodge the dragons. The brown snarled, and D'vin's eyes flickered over to Salenth. Mine says not to endanger yourself for us![/color] Hiriarth told Salenth hurriedly. He says there are dragons here who don't know what it is to fight against another dragon. Help them! We can handle it![/color]
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Lura leaned forward onto Anemith unconsciously, trying to avoid contact with other dragons. Anemith growled. It is them,[/color] she hissed. Lura slowly shook her head. No. She couldn't accept this. Anemith was exhausting herself already, but they couldn't leave now. They needed to help. As if her bad mood wasn't bad enough, it was at its worst now. Good thing she was ready to kill something, because that's exactly what she planned to do.
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Mine, we can't do this![/color] Kmarath told her bonded, tiredness lacing her tone as the blue cornered them. The queen's wing was rapidly disintegrating. Shmee was being forced back, Robika was stuck between the blues, Meri was dead, and F'rah and Millieth were each trapped. Where is Eriannath? She should help us!
Nobody else should come. I don't want them dead, too![/color] Robika replied fearfully.
It won't help anything! If these riders kill everyone here, it's only a matter of time before they get to the others![/color] Kmarath replied, belching flame at one of the blues. Robika looked around desperately. Then, without warning, Kmarath winked between, emerging beneath the battle, over the treetops. At Robika's nod, the green slowly climbed higher, her wings feeling ready to give, but they needed to protect their queens, or die trying. Being tired was no excuse.[/size]
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Post by Tashe on Mar 2, 2008 19:50:09 GMT -5
Kaegan and Millieth:
The scream came from nowhere, it was so sudden and unexpected, that neither of the females knew what was happening. It wasn't enough that they had to fight thread, but now there were dragons appearing from the 'Between', and none of them were from Selentitas. /BENDEN!/ Roaring in fury, Kaegan felt Millieth twist around to snarl at the two Weyrling riders. 'Millieth! We must fight... we must fight like how we were trained to.' Closing her eyes for a moment to collect her wits, the Goldrider blocked out everything else except the two Brownriders and her own Dragon. Watching as Millieth waited until one of the Browns was foolish enough to come closer, Kaegan glanced to the side as her tail smashed powerfully into the skull of the male. Dropping down a level, the Queen dragon grasped the wing of her assailant and twisted it violently, ripping membrane and braking bone.
Snarling as the second Brown attacked her from behind, both of the females had no chance to watch whether the other brown had 'betweened' or just fell. Although Millieth had no emotions of pity for the others, Kaegan tried her best not to show the pain to her dragon. They were just out of weyrlingship! But then again, she knew what they were thinking... they didn't care if they died. It was all about completing the mission, and that was all they cared about... both sides of the Dragonpair. On the verge of sobbing, Kaegan returned her attention back to the fight and lifted her flamethrower. 'Kill Millieth. If we Maim them they will only be killed back at Benden... better to be killed in battle than in disgrace at their Weyr.' /You sound like a Benden rider./ 'Right now. We are.' Accepting the killing the young man had triggered a latch in her brain, releasing the cold repressed emotions that had been brainwashed into her. They fought to survive, and it was either them or themselves. They had to die for the Goldpair to survive...
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F'rah and Styth:
The attack came out of nowhere, but the Brownrider should have expected it, if they had attacked the Weyrlings then they would attack the adults. Jerking forward and Styth backwinged, F'rah looked up to see what had made his Dragon to stop, and what he saw wasn't exactly the happiest sight. From the looks of it, the large Brown that had taken a stance in front of them was the oldest of the group, and probably the most experienced. Letting Styth have rein for a moment as the two male dragons stared at each other, the Wingsecond looked to the res of his wing. Meri had gone, Aslath and Millieth was under attack, so was Kmarath, and Aslath had already called Eriannath. With a quick glance back to the enemy Brownrider, the Weyrlingmaster heard Millieth roar, and soon after heard a screaming. Twisting around, F'rah was surprised to see the young Female pair had already taken down one of the two browns. He had to help his Queens, but he had to take down this male first, otherwise it would allow him to go after Aslath or Millieth and double team one of them.
'Styth! Flame and then follow in close, we need to get these two out of the way. We can't let him double team one of the Queens. If you can... kill the rider. A well aimed hit with your flames...' /Right./ Bracing himself in his riding straps, the Wingsecond watched as Styth brought up flames before streaking up through them when the Brownpair avoided them. They were able to land a small gash on the side of the Brown, but unfortunately it was only out of luck, the men had never fought dragon on dragon before.
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F'con and Jackreth:
F'con was laughing, and Jackreth's mood had brightened considerably. Finally, something that actually was a greater challenge for the two, the Benden riders were an unexpected gift for them. Whooping as Jackreth roared, the Bluerider directed the Blue to fall into the Blossom formation before letting him loose to attack the nearest enemy dragon. Both Fort and Selenitas would be happy that there were a few less Benden Dragon riders in the world, and so would F'con. 'Ichor! Blood! Fire!' Grinning as Jackreth slammed into another Blue Dragon, the ex-Fort rider watched as the Dragon's blood washed over the talons of his Blue. The two males quickly fell into their nasty, backhanded fighting style that had won them so many battles at Fort, and unlike his brother, F'con had absolutely no regrets when the Blue they had attacked disappeared into the 'Between' with a screech. /Next!/ Twisting between for a second to erupt into the battle again over a greenpair, Jackreth dropped heavily down onto the back of the female. Watching as his Blue disengaged himself from the Green after (what looked like) seriously injuring her rider, F'con grinned as the Benden pair disappeared in shock.
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Post by missa on Mar 3, 2008 7:15:32 GMT -5
"What the-?" Zadari's voice was tired, shifting uncomfortably against Sitath's neck as the blue twisted, dragons... Fighting dragons. For a moment, Zadari was frozen with horror, Sitath unsure what to do. He didn't want to fight other dragons, it wasn't right, it couldn't be... What do I do? I don- Kmarath! Sitath's yell was enough to get Zadari to concentrate, whether it was right or not, they needed to fight.
What? Kmarath... Robika? Glancing over and following Sitath's line of sight, Zadari's breath caught in her thoat. There had never been a moment when she'd considered the rules, now, she knew if they didn't help, Robika and Kmarath would be in trouble, if they went, they'd get chewed out for leaving formation. Finally, heart ruled over her head and Zadari, growled, passing Sitath firestone before strokign his hide. Help them! She snapped, gripping Stiath tightly as the blue did as he was told and blinked between to the point above Kmarath and slightly to the left, he was tired. So tired, but no one was going to hurt his green while he could prevent it.
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Are those- D'ran's voice cut off as Thorith growled low in his throat, anger and shock evident in the brown's tone as he twisted to look at the dragons. D'ran knew none of them, but it was enough to have his blood running cold that dragons were attacking dragons. Be careful. We can do this, can't be different to fighting thread.
Of course, not different at all, apart from the fact that ichor would spill with a well placed flame, theyw ere fighting for their lives in a different way, they were fighting dragons. Something that should never have come to pass.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 3, 2008 13:09:08 GMT -5
F'lan and Wrenth
Adrenaline surged. The bluepair rolled tightly, arching away from a gout of flame, and dipped downward, only to streak back up between Rodonth and a greenpair harrying the wingsecond's flank. Wrenth's claws slashed for the green's face, effectively forcing the female to turn her head, the burst of flame that would have taken the blue in the chest simply grazing his side. He hissed. Then he whipped his body, slashing back downwards to latch on to the female's shoulders. His hind legs came down on her spine, raking the length of her back. He backwinged. Then, noting the shadow, the blue twisted, exposing the green's underbelly to the brown's claws. F'lan smiled a humorless smile as he waved sarcastically to the Benden brownrider. Wrenth skipped between before the brownpair could react.
He came out on the other side of Rodonth. The young bronzepair was writhing and skipping between, but they couldn't seem to shake their pursuers. 9 o'clock. Rodonth responded instantly. Jackreth. We could use your help over here. The blue attempted to draw off a few of the dragonpairs, but it was quickly becoming apparent that they'd received some sort of order to the contrary. The most they'd do was defend themselves against Wrenth. Twisting to his back, the blue tore out the throat of one of the bronzes on Rodonth, but it was too late for the wingsecond. The Selenitas bronze was streaming ichor with every wingstroke.
He screeched as a burst of flame caught him on a turn. Rodonth didn't have time to go between. Three dragons descended upon him with gory efficiency. Wrenth climbed higher, suddenly faced with four adversaries. He skipped between, darting in and out of the fire battle and gradually losing one after the other, unable to keep up with him, until only a green stuck close behind. Though he employed every trick he knew, he couldn't seem to shake her. F'lan felt the heat of a blast of fire narrowly miss his shoulder. Cursing, he scrambled for the dagger at his thigh. They weren't going to lose this dragonpair if they hadn't already.
Mine! F'lan, having released himself from his harness, sprinted down the length of Wrenth's back and launched himself into the air. The green was too shocked to react, fortunately, leaving the bluerider dangling from the creature's harness. He swung a leg up, slashing at the rider to keep him at bay. Why had he thought this was a good idea again?
S'rei and Salenth
Salenth powered upwards. He skipped between, his claws shredding the wings of an enemy brownpair coming in on Hiriarth's blindspot. His mindtone pierced into Hiriarth's skull with clipped anger. If you can handle yourself, then handle yourself! I need my veterans alive. The bronze didn't wait for a response. S'rei struggled against the feeling of elation for a few precious seconds, before giving in. Seven turns since last the bronzepair had fought, but, somehow, it seemed as if it was just yesterday that he'd been part of one of Fort's fighting wings. Salenth slid into the mentality with ease.
They have targeted Corth! The bronze whipped about, sending a stream of flame at an enemy dragon to give himself room. Sure enough, three dragons were harassing the brown. Even now, Reysalth danced into the firefight, slashing out and scattering two of Corth's attackers. Salenth suddenly found himself surrounded. He bellowed in frustration, skipping between to a point just above Corth. But, again, dragons congested his path. He could make out Reysalth's darting form below, narrowly avoiding disembowelment and getting burnt to a crispy critter. She may have no experience, but the green was one of the best flying dragons in his wing. Salenth had no more time, though.
He dove, scattering the dragons intent on pursuing him, and twisted away from a wall of fire that left S'rei pounding licking flames from his jacket and cursing roundly. Salenth's burns were superficial, but his anger was something to be reckoned with. He tore into a blue with unbridled fury, nearly slashing the creature completely in half. The bluepair vanished between. A keening drew his gaze back to Corth. Despite Reysalth's best efforts, the brown had succumbed to the combined attack. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the leaders of Martial Wing were receiving the brunt of the attack. One glance at Hiriarth told him that the seasoned brown was barely surviving an equally dangerous struggle.
Reysalth. To the Solar Wing. The Queens must be protected. The green hesitated, obviously wanting to help with her own wing, but she obeyed, popping between. That was all the time Salenth could spare for distractions. He slashed outwards, catching a brown off-guard, though the wound was only superficial. Diving, the bronze pulled up suddenly as an enemy bronze appeared from between, powering upward toward him, a wall of flame leading the way. Salenth narrowly escaped the brunt of the fire, but he didn't escape the raking claws of a green that opened a deep gash along his flank. His tail whipped out, crushing the green's skull with one violent jerk, but the damage was done. Ichor streamed down Salenth's side.
Laurie and Reysalth
Reysalth came out of between a couple hundred feet above the battling Solar Wing, getting her bearings. Styth was facing off against another brown. It looked like they were pretty much deadlocked. Kmarath and Sitath lingered near the treeline. Even from this distance, she could tell that those two were pretty much spent. Two blues were closing in on them. Two fresh blues. Millieth seemed to be doing all right for herself. She was Benden-bred, after all, with all that entailed. Reysalth made her decision instantly. The green streaked downward in a dive, her wings flaring at the last moment, carrying her just above the treeline in a forward motion powered by the downward momentum. Both blues were forced to peel away for a few seconds to avoid being struck by the small, bold green.
She arched, looping up and in front of one of the blues and belching a stream of flame directly into his face, before she twisted into a tight barrel roll and disappeared into the topmost branches of the trees. It only took a few seconds for the blues to change targets. Reysalth was fresh. Reysalth was a threat. And the green had streaked toward the brown that was harrassing Aslath. The queen dragon had been lucky so far, but she was no fighter, and the brown knew it. He was closing in with stoic determination. Reysalth led her train of blues toward him, screeching. He turned, surprised, a wall of flame rising to meet the small green. Reysalth didn't intend to be there.
The fire took one of the blues, the other one narrowly avoiding it, even as Reysalth climbed higher into the sky. Martial is under attack above, Reysalth informed the queen's succinctly. If she intended to say anything else, however, her concentration was interrupted by the blue who, even now, streaked after her. The brown had turned back to Aslath. Reysalth could only hope that the gold would take advantage of his brief distraction.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 3, 2008 14:38:33 GMT -5
Mine -- I heard her. Let's go!
Neither Eriannath nor Juliya were excited to be up in the air. The cold feeling of dread and mingling of voices in her mind like the steady, dull hum of a firelizard hatching, was nearly enough to send her reeling. She bit down on her tongue from the nausea she felt, and she knew without any doubt or hesitation that what she was going to see in the skies was the product of all of her nightmares. At Fort she had managed to avoid being caught in the Dragon versus Dragon fights, and she was often far enough away not to be too hindered. Going right up into the fighting was like diving nose first into flames, metaphorically and literally. There would be a lot of fire, and she wasn't sure she'd make it out unscathed.
Juliya braced herself as Eriannath appeared from between amidst the Solar Wing, far enough away that she could see all of the fighting and register what was taking place. Millieth was holding her own very impressively. Aslath and Shmee looked hurt, but Styth was there. Two blues circled Kmarath, and then a third from between. Sitath. Evenly matched. Aslath was in trouble, and Eriannath acted on instinct, as Juliya's mind was reeling - reeling from the feelings of pain and the sound of voices, so frightened. Was it she who was terrified, or was that everyone around her? Somehow, Juliya suspected it was a combination of elements. She latched onto Eriannath for support and found the strength she needed. She was afraid, but Eriannath was not. Eriannath knew her duty was to protect the queen, at any cost, and she would do that or die trying. Juliya privately envied her resolve.
Aslath, Juliya greeted without thinking - there would be time for the regrets later, but she was aware of her green's plan, and acting on instinct. Self-preservation was not as high on the list as keeping Selenitas's Senior Queen from falling. Her words were private, meant for Aslath alone. Aslath, we're going to get rid of them, but you're going to need to move right as we come from between or we will risk burning you and Shmee. It wasn't an order, simply a statement. Aslath could decide what she wanted to do but she deserved the fair warning in advance. It would give her a chance to get herself and her rider out of the risk of harm's way. A big brown was going to be a tough opponent, and Juliya did not look forward to it, but there was no other option.
Again the two disappeared between, though this time it was for a mere split second - enough to send a chill through Juliya, but not enough to do much else. Eriannath appeared behind the brown circling Aslath, in time to see Reysalth appear. The odds of their success increased, though not by much -- Reysalth was fast, but tiny, and without the stamina to last a long, drawn out fight. Eriannath was at least large for a green, and she had more stamina than many of her color. The brown seemed to have turned back to Aslath, but it was obvious he'd been distracted, and Eriannath used that to her advantage. She struck not with force but with deadly speed from Turns of training. She wasn't experienced, but she was fast, and she had the element of surprise on her side. She turned and flamed, but her aim was not for the torso, chest or other maiming blows. The green went for his wings; she was going for a crippling blow, something that would hurt him fast and hard, enough to send the brown between; unless he moved abruptly, the brown would have been caught right across his right wing sail. Her positioning was ideal. Juliya was the one afraid, not Eriannath. She'd seen the dragons at Fort fight. She knew how to take care of herself and her rider.
Eriannath -- None of your protests. We must kill them all. These are Benden riders. But -- Juliyalove, if we let them live that man will see it as weakness and attack again. You want to kill him to make it a point that you're willing to fight to the death. You want to set a precedent. I want Aslath and hers to live to see another day; to live to have hatchlings of their own; I want this place to be peaceful. I want you to be happy. And I won't let him take that from us. I won't!
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Mar 3, 2008 23:27:49 GMT -5
F'con and Jackreth:
The dragon that the Bluepair were currently engaging was definately seasoned at fighting, and he was giving the men a challenge. Almost evenly matched, Jackreth had to constantly watch for the Benden Brownpair, at all costs they had to keep F'con out of reach. The fighting males had scored a lucky hit on the Bluerider, they had betweened and appeared right above them, but their attack was cut off midway when the Blue had released a spout of flame into the enemies face. F'con had tied a cotton cloth around his arm where the talon of the Brown had gashed him, he had had worse injuries, right now all that mattered was fighting. Everything was happening in a split second, Jackreth and the Brown would rush or chase each other, hardly ever giving an inch to their enemy.
Snapping his wings shut and dropping down a level, Jackreth quickly rammed himself upward and into the belly of the brown, it was a risky move... but if they hit just right it would knock the wind from their adversaries. /We'll be there as soon as we kill off this one./ Betweening before the Benden male could fall on him, Jackreth appeared above him and struck with lighting speed. Ramming his claws into the human rider, the Blue betweened again to reach Wrenth on the other side of the battle field. Arriving in time to see F'lan jump onto the other Dragon, the Bluepair growled inwardly to themselves. Didn't he know if he killed the rider that the Dragon would go between, taking him with him? /Wrenth! Get your rider back! We'll keep the others off of you, but you must get him back!/ Twisting to the left and then diving, Jackreth slammed his claws into the side of an up coming Green, even they could only handle so many dragons at one time. Keeping Dragons off Wrenth and his rider would be a bit hard, but it wasn't something that truly daunted the two Fighters.
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Kaegan and Millieth:
Screaming as the Brown landed a lucky blow on her back left thigh, Millieth immediately brought her tail into his side, though she only was able to deture him for a moment. '3 o'clock. Get at his face, then go for his neck or rider.' Betweening without any hesitation, the glittering Gold emerged in front of the brown bringing her tail up and around, crashing it into his face before swinging herself around and darting forward. Latching sideways onto his hide, Millieth snaked her head up to his before taking a good chunk of meat from around his jugular. Pushing off of the Benden Weyrling, the Goldpair retreated a distance before wheeling around to asses the battle field. Styth was battling a Brown who seemed to be playing with him, F'rah was good and had great instincts, but he had never fought a real battle before... Aslath was being helped by two Greens, but one of them pealed off to take down the blue that remained. It didn't take long before Millieth got her orders from her Human, help F'rah, killing the Brown would leave him open to assist Aslath.
Jumping between, the Goldpair reappeared a hundred feet above the two battling males, pausing only a second before diving downward. Swerving to the side (and turning upside down) so that the flame from Kaegan's flamethrower reached right behind the Brown's rider, the females thundered out of reach before swinging around to behind Styth. Thankfully he had seen them coming and had dove downward to disengage their attack at the last possible moment.
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F'rah and Styth:
A multitude of small cuts speckled both of Brown's hides, though unfortunately Styth had the deeper ones, being on the offensive was really all he could do. The seasoned Brown was a shard of a good fighter, he was slow but powerful and very hard to surprise, his fault was keeping his total attention trained on the Selenitas males. The two might be less experienced, but at least they were able to pick up on that small shred of weakness. 'Left! Right! 12 o'clock.] Leaning forward as Styth barrel rolled to the side and then jerked upward, the Wingsecond growled as he looked back at the Brownrider. Loosing concentration as everything took a turn, F'rah found himself upside down for a few seconds before his Dragon righted himself. Mentally cheering for Styth as he broke away from the enemy's tail, bringing a sliver of it away with him, the Weyrlingmaster watched as the world before him turned and the two dragons began to stare once again. This time the other Brown lunged forward and roared, Styth didn't have quite enough time to drop away completely.
Yelling in pain as the tip of the older Brown's tail slammed into his shoulder, F'rah almost told Styth to stop, but he caught himself just in time. They had to keep fighting, and no amount of pain would stop him, unless the pain was so strong he couldn't function properly. /Are you okay mine? You're hurting.../ I'm fine! Keep going, don't worry. We have to protect the Queens! Gasping as they whirled around to face the opposing males, the Wingsecond edged his Brown forward into an attack. A golden flash from behind the seasoned brown drew his attention away from the other two, it took him a second or two to respond. STYTH DIVE! Feeling him obey without hesitation, F'rah watched as the surprised Benden pair backwinged slightly before they were whisked from his sight. Grabbing onto his left shoulder, the Weyrlinmaster tried to loosen his jaw before pushing hard on the throbbing shoulder. Screeching indignantly as the ball of his joint shifted back into place, F'rah was barely able to hear the other Brown roar in fury. /F'rah mine! Millieth and Her's just attacked the brown from out of nowhere! She says they killed off the two weyrlings and have come to help. The others are doing fine, Aslath has Erieannath helping her and... Reysalth is fighting a blue./ Laurie.... They had no time to worry, the Greenpair were older than them by a few years and could take care of themselves. Raising his good arm in a signal to Kaegan, F'rah quickly completed a series of signs. They needed to work together if anything was going to work....
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Post by Administrator on Mar 12, 2008 13:39:22 GMT -5
Heat at her back! Shmee recoiled as flames licked her back. Aslath's tail and back got caught, as well. Not enough to wound them terribly, but enough for her to notice the burn, and the flames burned a hole in Shmee's jacket. The Weyrwoman flinched, writhing as she tried to bat out the flame. Aslath growled, and immediately spun. Shmee whimpered, holding onto the queen as she dove suddenly. The brown tailed her, opening his mouth to flame. This time, there was no chance to escape. Aslath would need to make a full turn and fly away as fast as she could if she wanted to get out, but the brown was too close. Salenth![/color] Aslath called out in fear. But they were saved! Shmee looked around wildly for her savior, trembling with relief as Laurie was distracting the brown that had nearly killed them. Aslath immediately whirled around, surging forward as fast as she could away from the scene. Shmee's eyes, however, turned to linger on Laurie. One of the blues was after her now. If she couldn't get away...
Reysalth tells me the Martial Wing is being attacked,[/color] Aslath informed her rider shakily. We are safe for now, Salenth, the weyrlings are being attacked, Aezanth's has been killed![/color] she told him desperately, noting the brown was coming after her again. Aslath growled. Mine, you have to kill him![/color]
But- Shmee protested. Aslath hissed at her rider, trying to pick up speed.
If you do not kill him, he will kill you. He isn't going to turn good at the last minute like in a child's story! He will catch you, and he will /kill you/. If not, he would take you to his Weyr...[/color] Another voice was heard in her head. Eriannath? Relief! Perhaps Eriannath could help Shmee... She moved right compliantly, willing to do anything that would aid the situation.
Letting the green do her work, Aslath moved right. Shmee stared at the scene, watching as Eriannath forced the brown between. This was... unreal. They weren't supposed to be attacked in Threadfall! But a brown dragon, a sweet and loving dragon, had burned her and Aslath! And... And S'rei... A hand went to Shmee's heart, and she began hyperventilating. What was she supposed to do!?
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D'vin flushed as Hiriarth relayed his message. So much for trying to be helpful. He made a note to never question S'rei's orders again. Hiriarth growled as two greens came in on him. Mine, do not act like a scorned woman right now! he shot, charging at the greens. He growled. He loosened fire on one of the greens. She responded with flame of her own, and D'vin leaned onto Hiriarth to avoid the fire. He flushed again. Hiriarth was right. He needed to not sulk now, and concentrate on surviving.
The other green flamed him from behind as the other neared his side. The rider conjured knives from his belt, throwing them toward D'vin and Hiriarth. Hiriarth howled in pain as a burn snaked across his back, and D'vin cried out in pain as one of the knives hit his shoulder. Grunting, he slowly pulled out the knife, gritting his teeth against the searing white pain that now radiated through his body. Jerkily ducking away from the knives, another managed to nick the same arm. Desperate, he chucked the knife right back, looking around in hopes of seeing if someone could help him. If not... He knew he wouldn't last long. The first green shot flame at him. He covered his head.
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Anemith was getting so tired that Lura was about to let her take her break. She pet the green on the neck affectionately. We'll come right back to help them, she promised her, still infuriated with this unfair battle. However, another keening rang through the air. Anemith trumpeted, despair overcoming her so hard that there wasn't an inch of green left on her hide, all replaced with gray.
Who-?
CORTH![/color] Anemith replied in horror. Lura paled, her world stopping as she seemed to not quite believe it. Not... Not her Corth... Not her I'ir...
Somehow, Anemith and Lura's thoughts were one, acting out the same thing. Anemith went straight for the spot where Corth had vanished. She was going to kill them... Anemith belched flame at any dragon she saw, risking harming her wing in the process. No dragon that had taken part in Corth's death would survive this fight. Lura was too numb to understand all of what was taking place. He was dead, but it wasn't registering in her... She was half-tempted to go between to find him, but she couldn't risk getting lost. Liralla needed her... But I'ir wasn't dead!
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Kmarath charged upwards with the little wingpower she had left, exhausted, but determined to do her part. She couldn't just leave when she was needed. Only after she had done something would she allow herself to retire. Bugling a challenge to the offensive dragons, she moved to help Millieth-- it looked like Aslath had Reysalth and Eriannath to help her already. Startled by a flash of blue, Kmarath crooned tiredly at Sitath.
Sitath, why are you here?[/color] she asked him, nonetheless relieved he was here. That meant he hadn't been hurt above. We must help Millieth. Then we can get the rest out of the dragons out of the queen's wing,[/color] she told Sitath. Robika waved somberly at Zadari.[/size]
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 12, 2008 21:21:36 GMT -5
::F'lan & Wrenth::
Wrenth hissed worriedly in response to Jackreth's cry. Don't you think I'm trying?! He ducked and weaved, flashing Between periodically, but the greenrider had kept his head; the enemy green still managed to trail the blue closely. The surge of adrenaline, of fear and battlelust, from His added to the battery of Wrenth's hearts. He'd wanted Jackreth to help save Rodonth. That was impossible now. Though they appreciated the bluepair's support, there was nothing that they could do here. They're targeting the leaders, Wrenth relayed shortly. Rodonth and Corth are dead. Hiriarth and Salenth need help. Go! There's nothing you can do here!
F'lan arched his back, struggling to maintain his hold throughout the green's contortions. He was hanging upside down. Every time he attempted to gain a handhold and right himself, the greenrider barred him. It was all he could do not to panic each time the green darted Between. Why did you let me do something this idiotic? I don't know. Maybe I thought that Mine doesn't lack all common sense. Now! The bluerider let go, Wrenth dove, and F'lan cast his blade upward, overjoyed when the green screeched and vanished. He twisted, latching on to Wrenth's harness and scrambling back into position. Don't you ever do that again!
::S'rei & Salenth::
Things were heating up for the bronzepair. Salenth had managed to skip Between before any of the others came too close. He was a strong bronze, an able bronze, but the ichor dripping down his side was slowly weakening him, and it didn't seem to matter how many he killed. They just kept coming. Aslath's terrified cry speared through his mind. He roared out his frustration, sending out a dangerous wall of flame with a sweep of his head and whipping his body to give himself room. It would be wise to return to the weyr, at least to get the wound seared. Only a few seconds, and they'd be back. S'rei suspected, however, that the dragons wouldn't hesitate to pursue Salenth there, as well, and he would not put any more people or dragons in danger.
You worry about yourself right now, Salenth snapped, in response to Aslath's news. Kali had told him as much. His mindtone was sharp with worry and anger. This was merely a ploy to murder the weyrlings. No doubt whoever was behind it wouldn't complain about taking out any of the adult dragons, either, but they were being played. Worse, there was absolutely nothing Salenth could do but dance the dance until it was through, one way or another. He took out his rage on any attacking dragon foolish enough to come within range.
Arvenith's keening cry caused the bronze to explode, the full force of his anger coming against Anemith. Enough were dying without his greens flaming their own wing! GET OUT OF MY WING! IF YOU CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FRIEND AND FOE, GET OUT! A brown died in his jaws at that moment, his spine severed, giving Salenth his first respite since the battle started. The enemy's numbers were dwindling, but so, too, was the number of Selenitas dragons capable of carrying on the fight.
Salenth jumped Between, descending upon the green in the process of breathing fire at Hiriarth with deadly intent. Her head snapped back as his claws sunk into her flanks, the bronze's momentum carrying her torso downward and catching her head and tail end with a devastating whiplash. He released the corpse, his voice lifting up in challenge. Who else dared to defy him?! A mental shroud had come over the male. Salenth wouldn't stop until all his enemies were fled or vanished - or until he met his own death, whichever came first.
::Lauranna & Reysalth::
Reysalth used every weapon in her arsenal. Aslath and Eriannath were squared off against one brown, while Millieth and Styth took another. Two-on-one. It could either be an asset or a detriment, and with one of each pair Selenitas born and bred...more likely a detriment. The greenpair didn't have time to worry, however. This blue was no lightweight. In fact, only Reysalth's nearly preternatural reflexes were keeping her alive. His experience was more than making up for her greater maneuverability, and she found herself on the defense. Skipping Between was always dangerous, with the possibility of collision. They kept it to an absolute minimum, twisting and turning, diving and reversing and pulling every trick they knew.
So close was this duel that Reysalth didn't even have time to worry for Styth.
She drew the blue away from the others, to give herself more freedom. With a sudden lurch, Reysalth executed an impossibly tight turn, making as if to dive but streaming upward at the last possible moment. The gout of flame hissed along her tail. Writhing, the green cried out in pain. The writhing probably saved her. That blue had taken advantage of her moment of weakness, slashing furrows in the green's back that narrowly missed tearing Lauranna in twain. As it was, the woman had a nasty slash across one thigh. The greenrider's vision swam, and she could feel Reysalth's steady control and calm slipping.
Focus. We must stay in this battle, and we must defeat him. Focus, love. If he joins one of the other battles, they will stand a horrible chance. Do you understand? For Styth. For your queens. Focus! Reysalth tried. She truly did. Her wings beat the air, and she threw herself into a barrel roll, streaming flame in all directions and narrowly avoiding the blue's next attack. He hissed as the flame grazed him. But he could tell that this green was tiring. He hovered, waiting for the opening. And then he saw it. The blue dove...
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Post by missa on Mar 22, 2008 6:27:46 GMT -5
Slightly surpried by her question, Sitath sorted tiredly, watching cautiouly shoud he need to move with only a seconds notice, crooning very softly. No one will ever harm you while I can stop it. He told her quietly, whirling eyes turning to pick out Millieth, themoment he saw her, he almost wished he could return to teh ground, hiswings ached so very much. Instead, the blue nodded very slightly, hiding his worry for her.
Then help we shall. He told her gently, allowing his rider the brief moment to wave back to Robika, heart thundering uncomfortably in her chest. Can you manage. Sitath you're tired. They need us, Kmarath has asked it of me. We must help. He whispered, sweeping downwards as he forced himself to make that extra effort and go to the gold's aid.
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His arms hurt, everything hurt, shardit, his backside hurt too. Yet, no matter how much discomfort D'ran was in, he could but wonder what Thorith was going through. What had been going through their minds when they attacked? Selenitas had not been trained for draogn on dragon combat perhaps, but there were many in the wings that had been before they had come to Selenitas. Tighting his hands on the riding strps, D'ran attempted to push all other worries out of him mind as Thortih lunged for the nearest enemy.
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