Winter in the Tundra [Open]

[Vyraena]

Winter just sighed. She couldn't die, not even by dragon fire. Actually, it would start to cool and freeze as soon as it hit her armor if he were to try.

She then turned to Cryce. "How would you like to proceed?"

[Wicked Basket]

"I have other things I could be doing," Cryce replied. "I don't have time to play dragon games. I have revenge to get."

[Vyraena]

A piercing cry echoed out through the sky across the tundra. As soon as the dragon started showing signs or irritation, Winter had called out in the back of her mind for the 'dead' dragon that she had mentioned at the start of the conversation. Of course, nothing that was 'dead' for her remained that way for long, at least not truly. Should things escalate, which they very well might, the undead dragon would be there in time to defend his self-proclaimed Queen.

"Very well." Winter said, and turning back to the dragon, she added, "You heard him. Neither of us are interested in your company."

[Hundelar]

He watched them discuss their next step with fury burning inside of him, literally, burning, you could heard a ferocious growl coming out of the dragons chest.

"Such a pity, well then, i think our lovely chat ends here."

Then without warning he spinned his body, making a tail slash as if it were a whip, meaning to hit them both.

[Vyraena]

Winter ducked down, just barely dodging the dragon's tail. Afterwards, she stood back up and pointed her blade at the dragon. She knew that regardless of her inability to die, it would be hard to fight the dragon with just the two of them, and things seemed to have just turned violent. "If you had truly only wanted to talk, then us dismissing you wouldn't have drawn out this reaction, dragon."

In the distance, the shrieks in the air were getting louder, and an undead dragon began to come into view. Winter didn't even have to look to tell what was happening. After all, she had been the one to summon him. "I mentioned I met a dead dragon once, yes?"

[Wicked Basket]

Cryce raised himself up on a pillar of ice to avoid being struck by the tail. The tail smashed the pillar beneath him and he simply landed in the snow without injury. It was then that Winter mentioned that she had an undead dragon on the way. That would certainly come I handy.

[Hundelar]

He gazed upon the dragon coming on the horizon and heard as she proudly announced her trump card, but he completely ignored it, he was no talking anymore, it was almost as if he were not a racional creature anymore, instead, he just advanced on the two of them, first trying to crush the man beneath his claws and going for a bite on the woman, a fast movemente that resembled a snake attack due to vermithrax long neck, he mean to swallow her whole with one single bite.

[Vyraena]

Winter moved out of the way with a single fluid movement, then brought her sword around to slice at the dragon. She figured it was likely he wouldn't attempt to dodge since it seemed like such a small attack, but if the blade made contact at all, he would start to freeze. Due to the nature of a dragon, however, it wouldn't effect him all that much.

[Wicked Basket]

Cryce dove out of the way of the incoming foot, but not before leaving a razor-sharp icicle for the dragon to step on instead. He wasn't sure if it would do much, but doing any sort of damage to a dragon was an impressive feet. Hopefully that undead dragon was worth all the hype that Winter was saying about it.

[Hundelar]

Vermithrax paw crushed the icicle spear, and he barely felt when the sword of the woman found its mark on his neck, but then something began to happen, he began to freeze from the point the sword hit him, which was something that he did not expect, so he roared again

"You fools, there is no ice that can whistand MY FIRE" and with that being said, his entire body bursted in flames that came under his scales and quickle engulfed his massive body,he could feel the ice on his neck melting, after being like this for a few seconds, the fire ceased.

'Then his chest began to glow red and a massive wave of flames came out from his mouth, he waved his head so the fire would spread tall and wide, covering their front vision, he then quickly flew over the flames and shoot another cone of fire, this time from above, trying to catch them off guard.

[Vyraena]

Winter didn't even attempt to dodge. The fire hit her armor, but her armor couldn't be melted or warped, and she was technically dead, so she felt no pain. Also, as it continued, her enchanted armor caused the fire to cool down.

The undead dragon landed at that point, letting out a massive roar.

[Wicked Basket]

Cryce didn't have any fancy armor, but he did have the crystal on the top of his staff. He lifted his staff towards the incoming inferno. Any fire that came close to the crystal fizzled out, leaving Cryce unharmed.

[Hundelar]

Vermithrax watched them harmlessly escape from his inferno tactic while flapping his wings, so apparently he couldn't simply just crazy shoot fire at them, that was ok, he had a few other perks. He looked around analyzing the situation, they were in 3 now, the man, the woman, and the undead dragon, the dragon was going to be a though challenge, dragons always were, the man just seemed to be a simple mortal man with some talent in magic, not a real threat, and the woman, although he did not really considered her a threat was the one in control of the dragon and he could feel the power emanating from her, so that was settled, he was the main target, when out of the way, taking the other one out would be easy.

He began to fly a circle, his golden eyes looking to the undead woman, he then leaned towards her and began to fly crazy fast in her direction, he leaned his back legs up and when close enough he tried to crush her with his claws.

[Vyraena]

Winter stood still, and the undead dragon moved in the way of the attack, taking the blow. It then turned it's head to try and snap at Vermithrax's neck.

Winter wasn't concerned with the dragon taking damage. She had given it the gift of undeath already, and it was hard to kill something that was already dead.

[Hundelar]

After the dragon took his blow, Vermithrax took advantage of his back legs making contact with his oponent and took an impulse on the undead dragons chest to leap backwards and avoid his attack, gaining some distance. He roared to him in challenge, he lowered his body in all four, a stance to protect his neck and observed for a second, you could almost see the aura of anger around vermithrax body, and you could certainly feel the heat of it. He carved his claws on the ground, his chest began to glow again and he shot a wave of fire, this time aiming for the undead dragon.

[Vyraena]

The undead dragon took a deep breath and shot a blast of ice back at the other dragon. Combined with Winter's enchanted ice that can freeze anything, it was able to stop Vermithrax's breath.

Winter looked on with her unblinking eyes. "Do you still insist on fighting, dragon?"