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Post by archenstone on Aug 10, 2011 23:57:46 GMT -5
Uminth hissed in displeasure as the Onyth eluded her attack. The green was much quicker than she. A fact the aggravated her to no end. If she had a little more aerial combat experience maybe she'd have predicted the next part of this deadly dance. Sadly Uminth wouldn't have thought of it.
Uminth got the warning from Jeth too late to stop what was about to happen. Kalina only had time to look up in terror as shadow suddenly covered her. Uminth had no way to escape in time as Onyth's rear claws dug across her wings and into her sides. She twisted with a painfilled bellow, trying to protect her rider from the claws descending down. Unfortunately Uminth never had the flexibility of a typical green which left her with few choices. Instinct caused her to rear her head upward, snapping her jaws where Onyth should have been, but Onyth was to clever and had her head well above Uminth's reach.
Pain ripped through their bond as Onyth's front claws found warm flesh. Red blood spurted from Kalina and flew, spattering Uminth as well as dropping through the sky. Uminth crumpled as Onyth kicked off her. Her wings bore gashes too big for suitable flight. She broadcasted pain and fear. Fear for Kalina who was a wall of pain. Uminth risked going between to Selenitas. Upon arriving she tried to open her wings, but the cut up membrane refused to keep her aloft. HELP! I can't fly! Mine is injured bad, need healer! Uminth was trying desperately to use what little resistance her wings had but she was simple too forward heavy to keep straight and was loosing altitude fast.
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Taith bore down on Chaoth, certain he would connect when V'rael gave him a moment's warning. Watch out!. Taith could not avoid the body slam that came. It was impressive, throwing him completely off course. Of course the brown Frosstyth was belly up with and attempting to get a good hold on him. He put his unusually good muscle tone to use, aiming to gouge frosstyth with his back legs so he could get a good angle on his bite. Thing's didn't work out the way he wanted and before he could get a bite in he rolled. He felt a sting in his should as his body went sideways. They were so close to the ground that Taith momentarily tucked his wings and went with the roll till completely right side up again. He unfurled his wings at the last moment, using his tail and back legs to absorb as much of the impact as possible. Even so he landed to a skidding stop, whipping his tail dangerously around for any still on the ground around him. V'rael directed his attention to Jagjith and the area further away where Romeoth was dealing with...someone he couldn't recognize at this time.
V'rael reached down and pulled out the knife that was caught between his straps and Taiths hide. Green ichor coated part of it from where it had entered. He still felt dizzy from the crazy tumble they had taken courtesy of Frosstyth the larger brown but was lucky otherwise. K'ian has enough to deal with right now. Let's make sure he doesn't get any more. Taith gave him a mental shrug Why should I care? He's a bronze and should be able to handle himself. V'rael looked down at teh dagger once more before looking back at Jagjith. Because its our duty....regardless of Sels or wastelander to try and get everyone back safe.
Taith didn't care so much of 'Duty' and 'Honor' but it seemed rather important to V'rael. He bounded forward, aiming to pounce Jagjith in much the same manner as he used to pounce his clutch siblings. Only now, he had much more weight and muscle. Almost playful except the game could be deadly. Taith's aim wasn't to kill though, only to knock around. Either way it would direct attention towards him instead of adding to Romeoth's troubles.
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Post by Tashe on Aug 11, 2011 15:19:27 GMT -5
Ismaroth struggled to remain ahead of Whuyth, his tail was quickly accumulating gashes and scrapes as the seconds rolled on. They weren't particularly deadly in any sense but they stung like nothing else and he was starting to loose ichor. Something of which the Brown tended to like keeping inside his body. A twinge in one of his wing joints allowed the Benden Brown to surge forward, catching up quickly with his hindquarters. E'rro, knowing that an attack from the Bronze would come at any time now that Whuyth was in a prime position to grab, swept the skies, picking up on the Sweepleader a few moments later. Keeping his eyes trained on the larger male, the Brownrider left Ismaroth to deal with the annoying Brown. That is until the Bronze disappeared.
In coming! Talons met his flesh as the warning came from his human, the blast of cold from the Between mixed with the warm air under his stomach. Wrenching himself out of Whuyth grasp and effectively tearing his own hide to do so, the Brownpair Betweened just as Kairodeth's back claws raked some of his belly. Betwixt wrenching away from the other Brown in a sideways direction and Betweening, Isma managed to get away without his belly being ripped open like present on a Turnday. The Brownpair reappeared a scant Dragonlength away, ichoring heavily from the wounds Whuyth gave him and moderately from the ones he received from the Bronze. Nuoth's alert could not have come at a better time. Ready for a double jump. Betweening again, this time appearing adjacent to Kairodeth, Ismaroth blasted flame in the Bronze's direction before snapping his wings shut and literally falling back into the void, appearing five dragonlengths away and beginning to climb higher.
Pettahth! Friend, could you get this Brown off my tail? I can't survive much longer fighting both!
Reports were coming in left and right, and the Brown was letting E'rro filter them to the most important. The second sweep had attacked, Idylth turned coat but was taken down, Uminth disappeared severely injured and Chaoth managed to get away to safety. Faranath preserve them, the other team needed to get the shards out of there!
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Post by Ruby on Aug 11, 2011 16:38:42 GMT -5
He'd gotten a grip, they had him... but suddenly Whuyth felt his talons ripping through flesh and Ismaroth was gone, Kairodeth barreling past Whuyth in his place. To avoid a possible collision, and to cover his back in case the other Brown came back from Between to attack, Whuyth too winked out. A'en took the intervening seconds to catch his breath, which he lost again immediately upon returning to the real world - that blast of flame was dangerously close to Kairodeth, and Whuyth would be too slow to reach the Wingleader in time to take the fire instead. He'd just have to trust Kairodeth to be fast enough, and R'kel alert enough, to dodge. Now where had Ismaroth gone?
About five dragonlengths away, climbing again. Well, that wouldn't do, he was getting closer to R'fuin and Ylonth, and if they came to help Whuyth would have a much more difficult time. Instead, the Brown winked Between again, appearing just in front of Ismaroth, assuming he stayed on the trajectory he had been flying on. Flaring his wings wide in an attempt to startle the other Brown another direction, he reached his mind for Kairodeth's, asking, Orders? The wing has scattered.
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Jagjith bypassed all verbal modes of communication by nodding sharply in Darya's direction - which made him hiss in pain, distracted by the piece of his neck that was somewhere up in Romeoth's mouth. Still, she had gotten the message, and Jagjith struggled up, stumbling once in the few strides it took him to reach T'mund. He was bleeding lightly at his shoulders but freely from the neck, and the pain was clouding his mind and his judgement, but he had to get to T'mund. They had to get out.
The rider was nowhere near as stoic and resolved. As he was hauled up, T'mund howled, a tear leaking out of one eye. "Ahhhhhrgh! It hurts! My whole back must be bleeding, please, don't... Ahhhh!" he shrieked as Darya shoved him towards Jagjith. She'd touched his back! Of course, T'mund's back was fine, but he didn't know that. Jagjith's hurt like he'd been scored, and T'mund was having a hard time telling who was who he was so panicked. "I can't... can't mount..." he whined, lapsing in to sobs as Darya left him. It was a good thing Jagjith was somewhat more together than his Rider - the Brown seized T'mund in his forepaws, calling out to Azrath, I must try, it seems. I will need to clear the ground, but only by a few feet. Coordinates, and we will be gone.[/i] Accepting them, Jagjith spread his wings, crouched, and launched.
Luckily, he managed to clear the ground just as Taith pounced, and while he felt another pawful of claws rake trails down his flank, the other Brown had been expecting Jagjith to be on the ground. Jagjith was not. It was this fact alone that saved him, that gave him enough time and airspace to wink out... but had Taith still had a claw in his hide? If so, the Brown may have followed him. It was a good thing Azrath's coordinates did not take them to Burimyu, but to empty forest. Jagjith thought it was good, anyway - T'mund, still clutched awkwardly in his dragons foreclaws, screeched indignation. "Where the shells did they send us?!?"
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They had him.
Serissa nearly whooped, watching Ildyth's claws sink in to Romeoth's flesh - it was just a stretch, now, for neck or paw, to open the Bronze's throat or snap his neck in two. Serissa was focused in like a dog on the scent - unfortunately, Ildyth had never been that focused on anything, ever. Pausing with his neck pulled back, seconds from striking, Ildyth turned his head, looking back and to his left. SeriMine, someone is giving us coordinates. Should we go to there? I don't understand. Are other people going there? We have to be there first![/i] Horrified, Serissa started screaming mentally, Ildyth! Romeoth! Romeoth first! You have to -
But it was too late. Romeoth had cleared Weith, turned, and... blankness. Serissa found herself on the ground without really understanding how she'd gotten there, fetched up against the wagon wheel that had broken her tumble. Scrambling halfway to her feet - something seemed to be wrong with one of her legs, but it didn't matter - she stumbled around, facing the battle once again, looking for her Blue. And there was Romeoth and......
It was lucky for Serissa that Romeoth had such sharp claws. Lucky in a way, at least. The harness had been sliced through on the way down, and the impact had thrown the Bluerider loose, clearing her from Ildyth's bulk so she wasn't crushed. Lucky for Serissa, that Romeoth had chosen to hold the Blue down, instead of killing him in the air where the fall certainly would have killed her. Not so lucky for Ildyth. The Blue's head had still been twisted around, looking for the source of the phantom coordinates, when Romeoth bore him down. His spine snapped on impact. Honestly, by the time the Bronze ripped the Blue's throat out, Ildyth was already dead, he just hadn't quite gone yet. When the Bronze's jaws closed, though, his feet would find empty air where a blue had once been.
Not even a dragonlength away, Serissa screamed, stumbling to her knees in half disbelief. It was too much. Her leg was twisted back in a funny way - it was either the pain of the broken bone or the loss of half her soul, but whatever it was, the Bluerider lost consciousness, crumpling to the ground without another sound. He was gone.
And she wasn't.
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Post by Lotty on Aug 11, 2011 18:22:48 GMT -5
Unacceptable.
C'zan was not one for words so any viciousness that he may reserve for the failures of his wingmates went unsaid, and the motion instead trickled down to the feline spotted blue that was carrying him. The dragon he knew would be able to channel the energy much better: into an extra bit of force in his bite or speed in the swing of his claws. There was no use after all, in dwelling in Kalina and Uminth's leave from the battle, only in insuring that the same fate does not befall Jeth or Peppeth by surviving himself and coming back to their aid. Eventually. Since ripping his eyes away for even a second to see their locations could mean his own demise, they were for the moment put on the backburner as he continued towards Ioth, speeding around towards the other blue with the cut-throat brutality that he too often displayed.
This would have been all well and good, had a voice not began to wrangle the dragon in again, Watch them, remember? They have flame. It was at that time that Viaqueth felt himself forced to swing back his thin wings and force himself away from the smoldering heat that had been released on Ioth's fiery breath. As all sights before them were instantly shaky and out of focus in the rivulets of steam that lay before them, it was a wonder how the pair managed to successfully wink between and still come out alive.
Still, there were not unmarked. Viaqueth's neck felt alive with the red hot pain of a burn and the skin atop his maw seemed to pucker into wrinkles, waiting to form scars. There was a haziness still in the corners of the blue's eyes, but he did not relent and he was not prevented from seeing that the partners had all switched up and that the blue he had first attacked was being now approached by Jeth and that he was again to meet Onyth. The pain only gave him extra resolve... and C'zan who was blocked from the flame served as the single guide by which otherwise blind rage could follow. Fly to meet her, but not head on... she can flame just as well... So it was that he came at Onyth in a slight helix drop, his sharply angled body finding it easy to turn and twist as he pleased and arching before he could collide with the green as to wrap his form around and attempt to score her wings with his talons.
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If Piwoth wanted revenge on his attack it would have to wait, as a call reached Pettahth and his wings instinctively pumped up, a growl emanating from the depths of his lungs as he waited a second more for any sign of a dragon daring to challenge him and impede him on his path to the upper echelons. It appeared to him however - what with Jagjith finally leaving the ground and taking off - that his work with the ground crew was over and he was needed above where Ismaroth was being double teamed by the Wastelander's wingleaders. An unfair fight if there ever was one - how typical of those lowly invaders - but one that was about to be evened up by the addition of the dogged and determined brown into the scuffle. Don't despair, I am coming, he broadcast to the fellow brown before winking into the void.
Ismaroth was a dragon he remembered from before. Though the names and places were fuzzy, K'sel at least remembered the day of the Fort attack, and the brown extracted that memory of launching so speedily into the battle at the other pair's command. For that Pettahth was quick to respond, every bit intending to repeat the success of that day's efforts, and rather than falling out of some opening to between, he tore out of it, ripping a hole in the sky from which his talons could slash. The rest of him, lashing tail included followed in short order, K'sel holding back his caveman yelling if only for the sake of surprise - the rider apparently had passed onto the dragon coordinates high and behind and what he assumed would be a larger dragon's blind spot.
Using all the speed Pettahth had welled in him, he aimed at taking Whuyth out of the picture... for Ismaroth's sake at least. Of course, his speed came from his slighter size, and while his strength was impressive for his stature, holding and maiming the Wastelander dragon was not the name of the game. In fact, he had to watch for that very move himself, and with guarded wings, that very ghost that haunted the deserts and jungles of the southern wilds, whispered Boo, into Whuyth's mind as a fore paw swung out to slice at the dark brown's side aiming to cut everything in it's path...riding straps included.
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Post by Sebz on Aug 11, 2011 19:40:51 GMT -5
When Piwoth managed to land on the hindquarters of the large bronze, he extended his claws to try and grip the girth underneath him. He opened his mouth to place a well aimed bite on the tissue where wing met back, but Pettahth chose that moment to attack him.
The blue screamed in anger, coupling R'vor's cry as he was pushed off of his dragon. He managed to get a grip with his left hand on the straps infront of him with his right hand, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold the grip long. His head hurt like hell, and a sticky substance was dripping down his arm, from where one of Pettahth's claws had grazed him . R'vor! Piwoth called as R'vor relinquished his grasp and crumpled to the ground.
R'vor gasped with pain as he righted himself, looking up in time to see Piwoth push of Weith and take to the air. Where was he going, R'vor wondered in a daze. The blue dragon turned sharply and pelted towards the ground, encasing R'vor in his for claw before flying him away from the larger bronze before depositing him rather carefully onto the ground. R'vor didn't get up. Stay safe, your in no condition to ride. R'vor? Piwoth questioned, eyes whirling red when the rider didn't respond. R'vor! Stay awake! Piwoth warned, casting one look at the fallen rider before returning turning back to the sky, to chase Pettahth.
For R'vor's part, he did stay awake, he even pushed himself up. Something was wrong, his head was throbbing and he had tunnel vision, but at least he was able to move. He scanned the skys for Piwoth, but couldn't find him. Unexpectidly, Piwoth stopped his chase and turned back towards the ground. Look! He bulged in anguish. R'vor did look, but couldn't comprehend. Why was Serissa attacking their wingleader? His confusion turned to horror as the positions were switched and the blue was on the ground, and then gone.
He was ...dead? No no no, R'vor opened his mouth in wordless cry, Serissa and her dragon were dead? Tear's streaming down his cheeks, he turned back to Piwoth, the shock and anguish clearing his head somewhat. The blue's eyes were whirling at an alraming rate, his teeth bared at the large bronze. “Don't!” R'vor cried, sensing the blue's intent on attacking Romeoth. “You'll die too!” Piwoth hesitated, but turned back to the skys, back to Weith. See if Ildyth's rider is alive. the blue said darkly, before turning back towards his target and surging forward, more dangerous than ever. The blue went for the direct attack this time, aiming for Weith's face, claws slashing at his muzzle.
R'vor turned in confusion. Serissa had betweened with her dragon, hadn't he? But there she lay, unmoving on the ground. The bluerider rushed forward, thankful that it was his arm and not his legs that were injured, and reached for her and touched her gently. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't conscience either. She looked so... broken and so helpless. R'vor took position next to her and drew a small blade from his belt, holding it in his good arm and crouching besides her protectively. If only he had payed attention to the masters when he had attended healer hall, he might have been able to help her. But what she needed was a real healer. “Help!” R'vor yelled. Piwoth added his enraged bulge to the call.
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Post by Sheari on Aug 11, 2011 20:18:17 GMT -5
RAGE! REVENGE! Weith's eyes whirled a rapid red as he was pushed from his target and claws raked his face. Almost a perfect set of parallel lines lashed the top of his maw and ichor began to run down. Oh that hurt, and it would most definitely scar. R'men covered his face with a hand, muffling his anguished cry as though he'd been slashed as well. In a flurry of events the large bronze felt the weight of Piwoth leave his hind end and Romeoth kill the blue that may have just saved his life. Now was not the time to mourn saviors, however. JAGJITH AND CHAOTH ARE CLEAR! R'men yelled into the fury of his dragon's mind. Good.[/i] With his charge gone he could now focus on his own survival. The bronze saw Romeoth turn his back to him and would have taken the chance to leap if he hadn't been attacked from the skies. Massive jaws opened up as Weith wheeled on his haunches to face the blue now screaming at him. Claws to the face was not fun and he was not going to let that happen again! He tilted his head to grab at the throat of Piwoth and he wanted to kill but his rider held him back. With all the stored power of contracted muscle Weith leaped to intercept the blue and loosed flame. Enough to injure and possibly confused, but not enough to kill. Pain lanced through the gashes on his haunches and R'men strained his legs to remain seated though straps held him on while the dragon ignored it. If teeth met flesh and claws found their mark on the aimed for shoulders Weith anticipated little problem in grounding and immobilizing the smaller blue. Azrath had to get out now before the rest to flee. ~*~ She was at a loss. Minth felt satisfaction that Chaoth had made it out and refused to watch her embattled brother Weith. She'd seen the green of ichor and looked away. A spark of flame caught her eye and Anusha turned her head. She didn't dare enter a mid-air conflict. With such little experience with battle in itself she knew it would mean a death sentence for her green, and possibly herself. A dark blue on the ground was throwing flame and she did not recognize him. The dragon beneath her would not have such reservations about attacking a stranger to her. The green folded her wings and dove at the heavily laden Azrath. Claws extended she aimed to slash at wingsails. As though he threatens me. Attack as though he threatens me, was all all the greenrider could do to help her dragon strike in earnest. Wary of the flame the green attempted her slashes before twisting away and doubling back. She was like for a green but still quick and, her rider hoped, quick enough to escape the possibility of a turned neck and tongue of flame. She had someone to go for now and that might save them from punishment later for being at a loss for what to do.
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Post by Rei on Aug 12, 2011 18:40:08 GMT -5
Kairodeth’s crimson eyes whirled faster as he felt his talons connect with Ismaroth, the other brown’s ichor splattering in thick warm drops onto his hide before he felt the chill of air that signaled that the brown had betweened. The large bronze growled his frustration as the Burimyuian Wingleader narrowly escaped, quickly righting himself just as Ismaroth reappeared a scant dragon length away.
Snarling the Wasteland bronze powered after his opponent making sure to approach at an angle to make it harder for the other male to flame at him with any success. As Kairodeth sought to close with Ismaroth, R’kel quickly took stock of the area fixing suitable coordinates in his mind in case their target decided to disappear again. The hunch proved to be a correct one. Kairodeth had just reached out to grab at the smaller brown as the dragon disappeared to reappear adjacent to them again. This time the bronze pair was prepared however. Kairodeth quickly slipped into the void before the flames made contact that time.
However they did not reappear near Ismaroth. No, they had another target in mind. The Wingleaders exited the freezing void quite a few lengths above Whuyth and right on top of a pale blue who had been hovering in the sky. They needed to keep this one from joining Ismaroth. Ylonth’s only warning was the quick blast of freezing air before Kairodeth struck out, seeking to hook talon’s deep into the flesh of the pale blue’s back even as his jaws sought not for Ylonth’s neck, but for the blue’s rider. Even as his attack began the bronze was already answering his Wingsecond.
Regroup. Tell our wing to disengage and pull back together as unit. Changing mental tracks as information was filtered in he spoke to Romeoth next. Gather your wing back together for a final assault. Have the ones still in the sky join my wing and come at our enemies in a group. Watch for flame. Had Kairodeth noticed Pettahth he might have stuck much closer to Whuyth. However his intentions were to drop from above back to his Wingsecond as soon as he finished with the hovering blue. Whuyth was on his own until Ylonth had been dealt with, one way or another.
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There was little time for celebration as Uminth betweened. Onyth’s mind was already far past that and to the next task. Which was taking out Viaqueth. If Ioth and Nuoth did their parts it would be just her and the Wasteland blue dancing. Perfect. Wings beat in rapid succession as the dark dragon made to intercept her target. Elysia’s body pressed as close to her dragon’s as possible to lessen resistance as the female cut through the air like an arrow on what looked to be a collision course. But Onyth was not stupid. Viaqueth would not stay still nor would he come at her full frontal like some novice.
True to that prediction Onyth hissed venomously as the blue dropped in a helix and twisted upon reaching her in an attempt to wrap his body around her own, his talons seeking for her very lifeline. The wings upon her back. The dark female was ready for him though, her own body twisting in a corkscrew to present Viaqueth not with her back but her flank as they met. She felt his talons lightly score her hip, adding to the numerous old marks that covered them, even as her talons slashed out in fury for whatever they could connect with. Onyth’s neck arched as she directed a gout of flame not at the leopard marked blue himself but at the rider upon his back. With that the green dropped and twisted away from Viaqueth before doubling back to survey the damage and come at him again in earnest if necessary.
It was harder to defend from constant assault and Onyth was adept at using the less vital parts of her body as a shield to keep her in the battle for as long as physically possible. Single minded on the dance the dark dragon trusted Elysia to provide her with escape coordinates and warning if necessary. Her bonded never failed. However the strain of constant quick movement was tiring and Elysia knew it was only a matter of time before the strain became a danger to them both. Whatever the ground dragons were waiting for they needed to get the hell out. Now. Before all the sacrifice they had made was for nothing.
~~~~~ Things to Note Remaining grounded dragons should be leaving as quickly as possible this post. Kisha it is up to you what happens to your blue pair, I left it open ended <3
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Post by Rowana on Aug 12, 2011 20:31:25 GMT -5
Peppeth keened at Uminth's disappearance. This was terrible! The injuries looked awful, what if they never made it home? Frosstyth's voice came to her mind again and Peppeth latched on to the comfort of her brown brother. It would be so good if they could all be friends again. Thank... she began in a relieved voice. Peppeth move! Farryl's sharp voice rang out and the small green reacted by folding her wings and dropping like a stone. Claws draw ugly lines of ichor across her lovely striped wing sails. It wasn't deep enough to prevent her from flying, but it stung badly in the wind.
Training and instinct took over and Peppeth rolled neatly under Nuoth's attack, easily avoiding the attempt to grab her. Though not a fighter by nature, she was faster and more agile than most dragons including other greens. At Farryl's guidance, she twisted up and around Nuoth's rear and bore down on her, nearly mimicking Nuoth's early attempt on herself. Eyes tinged with sorrow, Peppeth buried her claws into Nuoth's back near the base of her wings, carefully avoiding her rider. I am so sorry, she wailed in Nuoth's mind. Please. I do not want to fight you. Pushing away and upward, Peppeth shot higher, following Kairodeth's order to regroup. It took all of Farryl's will and soothing to keep her from fleeing to Frosstyth's or Pettahth for comfort. Nuoth would never forgive her now, Peppeth whimpered to herself.
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Garaeth moved off Azrath as a blast of fire arched up from the older blue. Garaeth banked to avoid it, but heat and flame licked at his belly and hindquarters. T'ke winced and gritted his teeth. Are you alright? How bad is it? Can you fly? he asked hurriedly. I am fine, Garaeth assured him, still somehow just as calm even with the pain. He rose higher, turning back in time to see Ildyth vanish under Romeoth's claws. Garaeth keened his sorrow and as T'ke looked on in horror. They were just...gone.
T'ke's eyes flashed around, as if hoping the pale blue dragon would reappear. He saw the other dragons, ichor oozing down their sides tainting the air with the smell of violence. T'ke started to feel sick. His vision was starting to get fuzzy. Ichor wasn't quite like blood, but there was so much of it, everywhere he looked. Not one dragon seemed unmarked by the horror of the day. Garaeth felt T'ke start to slip. Azrath's flames had damaged his straps and T'ke was fading too fast to notice. T'ke! Garaeth dipped lower, tilting to keep his rider seated, a message from Frosstyth went unanswered in light of more serious problems at hand. You must stay awake! You promised! T'ke was watching Weith now, the bronze's side dripping with the scores of battle, and he could feel his mind retreating. You promised you would never leave me alone again! T'KE! Garaeth bellowed into the young man's head. What? Where? T'ke snapped back to wakefulness. Feeling the loosening straps he grabbed desperately for Garaeth's neck, but too late.
For a few, sickening moments, T'ke was sure he was dead. He would splat on the ground in a mess of blood, bones and guts and poor Garaeth would follow him to his grave. His dragon, however, had been ready for the possibility and T'ke was only two dozen yards off the ground over one of the tithe wagons. He crashed into half a pile of grain sacks in a tangle of limbs and straps. Something snapped and T'ke was pretty sure it wasn't the wagon. From the terrific, and sadly familiar, pain in his left leg he knew he'd broken it...again.
T'ke-mine, Garaeth landed just to the side of the wagon. This fight was over, in his opinion, and his bonded needed him. Stay with me? The Healers can fix you. At least you know what to expect this time! T'ke glared at him. Only you, Garaeth, could possibly find something good in all this, he muttered darkly. Garaeth flared his wings protectively, covering T'ke and two other nearby figures from any attempts from above. Piwoth's and Ildyth's are here, he informed T'ke simply. T'ke blinked. Serissa? She was alive? Grunting in a vain attempt to ignore the pain, he rolled over enough to see R'vor was crouched next to a huddled, but vaguely familiar form. T'ke frowned, seeing them both through a haze of pain. Help? Yeah, some help he was.
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Post by dragon on Aug 13, 2011 21:12:49 GMT -5
It has worked. How, exactly, they weren't even sure. Possibly sheer brawn has a lot to do with it? Frosstyth grabbed at his wood again, though fully half of it scattered away from him in splinters. Rolling mid air to snap his wings again to keep himself from an awkward landing idenitical to Taith's, he heaved himself upward again. Flexing his talons, he shed what was left of his lumber. It had taken a solid blow ... probably one that had saved his own life from the way the boards looked.
In his adrenaline rush of the whole event, he failed to notice that the inside of one of his own back legs was gouged. Not badly, but enough to have him leaking everywhere. Whirling about mid-air he re-zoned on the action. It was chaos, above and below. But it was chaos that was slowly absolving itself. The Selenitas wings appeared to be drawing a retreat. Whether permanent or temporary was left to be seen. The loaded dragons were pretty much gone now. There was no one left to cover ... now the wing above was left just covering what was left of the ferry wing.
Which meant him, and a few scant others. It was time to leave.
Quickly now. Tell them, and dive. C'oar prompted.
Frosstyth brushed Ismaroth's mind. They are home, we shall be soon. He said as he dove down toward the ground again. At a wagon that was somehow left standing. Canting his wings hard, he zoomed across the ground just barely higher than the sides of the wagon. Tearing the cover off with his forelegs as he zoomed by, he snatched at anything and everything within the wagon, filling all four feet with bags and barrels of goods hap-hazardly. Things tumbled and fell, spilled from the half-busted wagon from the impact, some from a grip that failed. But he came away with more than he had before, which was nothing at all. Arcing back upward for half a length, Frosstyth popped between and left the battle field.
He would have stayed, he would have fought with the wing that remained. But orders were orders. Now it was to wait in stomach-wrenching hyper-awareness of time for Ismaroth and the others to appear. If they appeared. All the while not knowing what was happening.
When Frosstyth reappeared, he swooped low and dropped his hap-hazard load on the ground before making a rough landing and bouncing a few times in an effort to stall his momentum. All before stumbling and nearly going down on the unexpected weakness from his thigh. My leg doesn't work right. he mentioned, straightening and twisting around to look at the offending appendage as he lifted it off the ground.
"You don't say." C'oar answered, righting himself and then straightening his helmet. It was the only thing that had kept him from splitting his head open on Frosstyth's neckridge during that stumbling landing.
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Post by archenstone on Aug 14, 2011 12:41:49 GMT -5
Taith's eyes whirled when Jagjith started to rise. Uh oh...He was already committed though, claws snagging hide. Everything happened so fast. One moment he was pouncing the brown, the next he was between. V'rael wasn't going to be happy about this......
.......Out they came. He retracted his claws, not wanting to risk further damage to either of them in the air and unfurled his wings. His eyes lost their fighting colors as he got his bearings. We followed Mine...What do you want to do? Taith banked away from the others there so show he had no wish to engage them.
V'rael gasped when they suddenly went between. His stomach clenched as he thought of not having control. What if the jumpers miscalculated? Would they end up stuck in a tree? What if they stayed between? They'd never be able to get back out. What if... V'rael didn't have long to wait as they appeared over a forested area and Taith disengaged with Jagjith. V'rael felt shaken. He hated having some one else in control.
For the moment, V'rael wanted to calm down and stay away from the Exiles, who in his mind, where sure to come after him. We need to between back to the wing. He told Taith. He hesitate for a moment, viewing the forest below. They must be close to their new Weyr. Let's get out of here before reinforcements arrive. And yet he hesitated, reluctant to go between right away.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 14, 2011 14:10:19 GMT -5
T’mund was howling, possibly with justification, possibly not, Darya found she didn’t much care. Jagjith was a far worse case than anything that might have gotten though to the brown’s rider, and he was still on his feet, acting sensibly and at least willing to try flying even with his injuries and uneven load.
Azrath sent Jagjith the same coordinates he’d given Ildyth, but before he could leave the dark blue was forced to deal with another attacker, this time a diving green, though he shifted sideways and dropped his forequarters so low that his chest pressed against the ground the blue couldn’t get his half furled wings out of the way fast enough. Fortunately the green was not an experienced combatant and pulled up fast, though Azrath still flamed after her.
Darya hissed in pain as the green’s claws caught the edges of his wings, tearing through the ddelicate membranes easily. It wasn’t her pain, was somewhat distant but it galvanised her into action and made the bluerider send her dragon after Jagjith.
Azrath emerged over the forest, grumbling about the renewed pain from his wings and losing altitude faster than he wanted to thanks to his heavy loading and torn wing membranes. Still the reaction to seeing Taith there was instant. Seeing that the brown was not one of their forces Azrath whipped his head around and vented a blast of flame in Taith’s direction even as he fled them. Weith. Frosstyth. Jagjith and I are out. Disengage and return home, you may wish to visit somewhere else first though, Jagjith brought an unwelome visitor with him. Report to Ismaroth when you’re clear. Ildyth. Ildyth?![/color] The blue let out a wild keen. Ildyth is gone.[/color] He reported.
Darya closed her eyes briefly in regret, it had probably been sucidal defiance that had led the other bluepair to attack the bronze in the first place but she’d hoped to be able to save them. Getting her thoughts together quickly Darya gave her dragon the coordinates for Burimyu and had him pass them on to Jagjith. Time all of them were gone in case that brown brought back company.
Ylonth went diving into the battle joyously, seemingly everywhere at once, though few of his atacks connected with anything. Out of practice, R’fuin thought ruefully, he’d always hoped he’d be done with aerial battles after leaving Benden, despite all the evidence to the contray.
Spotting Whyuth nearby the blue quickly modified his course to intercept, violenty, only to find his opponent had escaped him by Betweening as the blue came diving down on him. Where? Ylonth hissed slightly as he swung his head around, seeking the brown. As he sought his missing target the blue felt a blast of cold against his hide, enough to make him turn slightly to meet the new threat.
However the bronze that had come from Between did not raise his claws against the pale blue, instead the huge jaw closed in on the blue’s rider. With an small sound of alarm the blue dropped swiftly away as his rider flattened himself against the blue’s neck as much as he could too surprised by this attack on him rather than his dragon to react properly.
R’fuin?[/color] The dragon’s query sounded urgent and the rider took stock. Fine. He must have missed, I don’t feel a thing. After Whyuth? The bluerider quite failed to realise that not only fcould he not feel pain, he couldn’t feel anything else either, Kairodeth’s bite had severed his spine, and laid open a good portion of his back as well, a death wound, but not an instant one.
Whyuth.[/color] The dragon confirmed readying flame. The pair blinked out existance, back in for long enough to come withing feet of Whyuth’s flank and send a blast of fire his way, and off again to a point above the battle to pick a new target.
Are you sure you’re all right?[/color] The inquiry came through a haze of grey fog in his mind that matched the greyness closing in from the edges of his vision. R’fuin tried hard to form a reply as the inquiries became more frantic but somehow he couldn’t from words, couldn’t even seem to lift a hand to comfort his mindmate now.
Ylonth howled once like a mad thing with a broken heart as his rider’s life slipped away and vanished Between again, carrying his chosen with him on their final journey.
Rinagth sighed soulfully as Frosstyth broke away from her, couldn’t she keep that one? In the next moment she decided she hated the brown as she was forced to dodge a dropped (and ruined) load of lumber. Without consulting her rider the green dove after Frosstyth, though she failed to fathom the brown’s intent, and really who would have guessed? Rinagth was forced to pull up sharply, completely accidently destroying a second wagon as she kicked off it to get herself back into the air. That brown is quite, quite, mad.[/color] The green confided to her rider.
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Post by Tashe on Aug 14, 2011 16:44:16 GMT -5
Ismaroth had noticed that both the Bronze and Whuyth Between , and immediately slowed his climb anticipating another attack. He was only half right. The other Brown appeared above him where he should have been, giving Ismaroth ample time to zag to the right and glide away. Almost tauntingly. Turning, he shot a flame purposely low of the Whuyth, hoping to keep the Bendener's attention on himself. Whether or not it worked, Ismaroth was just glad Pettahth arrived to hassle the Brown for him. His strength was leaching fast, he was loosing a lot of ichor and... and Azrath's team was gone! He received a last report from the Blue before the other team went out of range. Isma look. They're pulling back, we have to leave now before they attack again.
The Brown contacted his Wing, including Pettahth in his mental call. Legatus, these are the coordinates we are jumping to. As Azrath had suggested it was a different location than the other team had Betweened to. Once you're there, you know the coordinates home. Pettahth I will give you the second jump when we are away from here. Flapping his wings so he was gaining as much distance as he could from the gathering Sweeps, Ismaroth growled. Disengage and go! Instantly he Betweened, the freezing cold of the void numbing some of the pain he was in, but only for a few brief moments. The harsh heat of the desert was like an inferno compared to the Between, but still they hovered, waiting for their Wing. They would arrive and then leave as quickly as they could, most of them needed to get back to Burimyu for medical attention. He gave Pettahth the second set of coordinates to their Weyr before Betweening there himself. Nearly stumbling as he landed in the large, partially covered area His had cordoned off for injured dragons candlemarks before they had first left.
Sel'n, Tenlie, Bevany and Miguel... You are needed. There are many injured. Nephele, if you are fit come as well. Ismaroth watched as his human nearly collapsed after getting his feet on the ground, E'rro had finally opened back up all of the caps he had put on their bond while they were fighting. They now shared the pain he was in. The Brown gave His a few moments to recover as he watched other Dragons arrive, before saying, Not to rush but... I know Isma I'm on it.
Breathing, E'rro stood up and immediately began bringing out the supplies he had prepared in case something like this happened. All he could say is that he was happy as soon as his apprentices started to arrive. He could let Miguel and Tenlie deal with moving the supplies, while Sel'n, Bevany and he could start working on the Dragons. He'd pair the other girl up with Neph if she was able to help. There were to many moderate to seriously hurt dragons for him to attend to alone. When the Brownrider arrived, E'rro yelled over to him, "Sel'n work with Bevany. Just get the dragons stable enough for me to work on."
(And so began the 24 candlemarks of work the Infirmary Staff has to put in to make sure no one dies.)
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Post by Ember on Aug 15, 2011 13:04:32 GMT -5
Ioth hissed in displeasure as Jeth moved out of the way. It was more interesting that way but also more of a pain. Enemies should be good and just sit still to be attacked in the blue's opinion. The blue beat strongly against his path as he passed Jeth and was almost ready to flip over and continue his assault when the other blue came back. Instead of flipping over and exposing his belly he twisted to the side. It wasn't enough to escape the attack entirely but it would certainly limit the damage to a superficial wound on his hind quarters.
Ioth wasted no time worrying about the pain and the ichor rolling and dripping off his legs and tail. He rolled to give him a little more distance before shooting upwards. He was seemingly well prepared for an attack when Iskierka gave him between coordinates and he disappeared. His may claim to hate surprises but she didn't mind doing the surprising. He came out of between below Jeth and made a quick diagonal upward dash to slash at the blue's belly and be away from dangerous claws as quickly as possible.
The blue heard the summons to return to the weyr and decided to rid himself of what little flame he had left. He didn't bother to chase after Jeth to do so though. He shot it towards the other blue whether he was close enough to get hit or not before leaving the aerial battlefield. Iskierka actually gave the blue a pat as they returned and landed at the infirmary. Ioth's injuries weren't horribly bad. Heck, just some redwort and numbweed would probably do, in her (rather unqualified) opinion.
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Nuoth felt no satsifaction as she tagged the smaller green with her claws. In fact, she was almost glad the green had largely gotten away from her. Besides, if the green was dodging it meant she wasn't attacking the grounded dragons or the other Legatus members so she was more or less accomplishing her objective without destroying Peppeth. With that thought in mind she felt a little better about the battle. Not much, but a little. Once the grounded ones were gone...
The green screeched suddenly. She hadn't been anticipating such a quick response from Peppeth. As claws sunkinto the tender muscle near her wings her flight stuttered and she fought to avoid crashing once Peppeth pushed off. Each wingbeat was agony to the green as they pulled mercilessly on the new wounds. Nephele fought panic as she opened the bond to its fullest to try and feel the damage on her green. It's...ah, it's alright Nuoth. Just stay in the air a little longer.
It was with no small amount of relief when the order to retreat came. That's what it was, too - a retreat. There was no way, especially without the distraction of the grounded dragons, that Legatus could survive two full wings attacking them. The green slipped between to the first location before making the second jump. Nuoth was hardly graceful when she landed heavily on the infirmary dragon ledge but she had made it all the same. Nephele rather thought that Healers should not be forced to go into battle as she dismounted and reported for infirmary duty. While her beloved dragon was injured she was not. Nuoth would get faster treatment with her helping.
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Post by Sebz on Aug 16, 2011 19:18:13 GMT -5
Piwoth screamed in pain as Wieth's flame erupted into his face, closing his wings immediatly to change the tragectory of the inferno. True, the flames had licked his head, but the base of his neck had been scorched. Screaming with pain, the blue continued to dive. Piwoth couldn't see, his vision red with either anger and pain, but most likely a combination of the two. He wanted to kill. He wanted Weith dead.
R'vor cried in anguish, his hands flying to his neck as if it had been his own that had been burned. It hurt! Kill Weith, he must kill Weith. The thought wrestled to take over the pair completely, the blood lust was unrelenting, but R'vor saw a danger approaching. Piwoth! The blue was still diving, to close to the ground to pull up. Piwoth heard R'vor's mental cry and seemed to snap out of the daze the pain had left him in, and spread his wings frantically.
It worked somewhat, the force Piwoth hit the ground with was much less than it could have been, but Piwoth bulged in pain as part of his burned hide collided with the earth. "Piwoth!" R'vor yelled again! He will die, the blue said curtly, righting himself with an odd limp. Something was wrong. No time to examine the damages now, they had to get out of here. "No, take Serissa and I back to the weyr. Can you fly." If I must Piwoth hissed, approaching where R'vor still crouched next to the unconscious rider. He was aware they were safe, at least for the moment, protected by the outstretched wings of a wingmate. R'vor thanked the gods for the dragon's intervention, they would have been sitting targets otherwise.
Piwoth aproached his rider, growling slightly at Garaeth, aware that he was a friend, but at the same time, not trusting. No one could be trusted. R'vor grimaced with the effort it took to hoist Serissa up onto Piwoth's back, careful to avoid the burned hide. He was banking on the fact that they would not be attacked, the exiles were in retreat. When it was possible, he mounted Piwoth behind Serissa, pausing for a second to rid himself of the tunnel vision before looking around for his wingleader. What were to be their orders?
(I will edit accordingly because my brain is so fried I am sure I missed something when reading the other posts. Ps: Row, what's T'ke doing at the end, just hovering? Sorry for my failness)
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 22, 2011 21:03:19 GMT -5
Romeoth’s claws closed around nothing as Ildyth betweened into death. There was no triumph for the bronze as he hovered over where the blue had died, only a vague sense of sadness. K’ian knew how he felt and attempted to comfort his dragon with a hand on the bronze’s glimmering neck. Though they were both fighting in different ways, there was no time for grief. K’ian was glad to see Serissa was at least alive. As he glanced over to where R’vor was protecting the blond healer, he knew that she might not stay that way for long. He wasn’t sure he liked the look in the blue riders’ eyes as he protected the unconscious girl; the look that was aimed at him, but nothing could be done about it.
A draconic scream knocked him out of his stupor, reminding dragon and rider that there was still a battle going on. Romeoth screamed himself, mostly to try and drown out his own thoughts. Spinning up in the air, the Bronze ascended rapidly, battle rimmed gaze sweeping over the battlefield. Eyes fell on Weith, and Romeoth vaguely remembered wounding the bronze in a desperate attempt to get to Ildyth. Snarling, the big dragon would shoot down towards the other bronze, attempting to hook claws into flesh while the other dragon was busy trying to attack Piwoth.
Unfortunately, Kairodeth’s summons came to him and Romeoth veered just as he was about to strike at Weith. Growling lowly, Romeoth flew off, looking for his wing quickly as he did. Dragons still in the ground, join Kairodeth’s wing! Everyone else join me here. The enemies’ forces are weakened! and it was true. So many of the exiles had either escaped or in Ildyth’s case, died…this should be cake. Let’s end this! he bellowed, eyes burning bright crimson.
Ioth had mostly escaped his attack, but before he knew it, Jeth scented Ichor on the air. Hissing, he went to attack the other blue once more when he blinked into between. Knowing better than to think the other dragon gone for good, the near black dragon whipped around, eyes frantically searching for Ioth’s hide. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of not looking below. Sudden movement drew his attention from below and Jeth saw Ioth coming at him. Unfortunately it wasn’t in time to escape the attack. Sucking in his stomach and arching his back, Jeth attempted to lessen the extent of the damage received. Pain clouded his vision, and he could hear L’am on his back in pain as well. Fortunately, Ioth was away before more damage could be done.
Darting away, Jeth noticed that Uminth was nowhere to be seen. Worry filled his gut, and his eyes churned with it. L’am patted his neck I’m sure she’s fine. He said, even though he didn’t feel so sure about that. The green dragon wouldn’t have disappeared without due cause…and they couldn’t be sure Onyth hadn’t killed them. Jeth knew he couldn’t focus on that at the moment. The air was suddenly alive with heat around them, sizzling. His right side was in pain, but he was away before he could be burned any further by Ioth’s flame. Eyes scanned the area for the blue, but Ioth was gone.
He heard Kairodeth’s orders, so searching for Ioth had to take a backburner, snarling, the blue returned to his wing, waiting for further orders, while ready to rip someone apart.
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