THE DRAGONS WOE

[Rig 17580]

THE DRAGONS WOE

 

Contained to a freezing cell lay a weak dragon, with nothing left to other but his left. With a few groans he was hauled up, out of his cell and brought to the surface - to retain one last respite of air before the execution. However, just on time, the Haeseni forces bolted along the road - weapons raised and with no hesitation clashed into the front-line of a disorganised AIS retinue. Above the chaos, the Duke screamed out - “Shields! To the front! Push them back!” as the straggling retinue went to reinforce their brethren in front of Rubern.

 

Perhaps the quickest of the three fights, with the numbers being in the favour of Haense - it was still not enough. For they saw the same end to them as the pitiful Orenians did hours before. In this chaos, the captured dragon did attempt to escape; a last ditch effort was put to a stop as he rode down and re-bound once more.

 

For the second time of the day, the AIS stood triumphant over the corpses of their enemies. The Empire had received their second loss for the day, confidence brimmed amongst the ranks of the AIS and their armour was stained red with the blood of their fallen foes.

 

Cheers consummated the fight.

 

((20 vs 20, gf. -Morsgrad n company))

[helldiving 5793]

Just now, Lionbileti said:

Thomas, Alaric, Antonius, and Augustus shortly after the second encounter.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAH.” said Antonius Vilac as he performed such complicated moves with his body!