"I don't kn-know..." He whispered, softly cradling his little girl as she asked what was going on. "I-I don't kn-know... but I-It'll be o-okay..." He softly stroked her little head before the world suddenly shifted around them, the visual illusion of Aeizith's super-speed. Still silence as he opened the door to their home... but there was another noise off in the surrounding distance... a noise that sounded something like the crunching of metal...
"Please... go inside little one and h-hide in y-your room... Aeizey will be there soon..." With that, he'd gently pry his little girl off of his jacket, kissing her one last time on her forehead. "And remember... Aeizey loves you... So much..." His heart broke somewhat as the little girl mentioned that she wanted her mother and the little ice dragon wanted nothing more than to hold her, to hug her and kiss her and keep her safe in his grasp but despite his wants, he knew she would be much safer in the house rather than in his arms.
Aeizith would watch his little girl make her way up the stairs and the moment he was out of sight, the dragon calmly closed the door, turning slowly to the oncoming sound... This time, what stepped out of the shadows wasn't a hoard of evil black arrows, but heavily armored legionnaires armed with spears, large shields, the best armor, swords both long and short, their weapons raised not defensively but oh so aggressively... Slowly, Aeizith drew his daggers from his belt, ones he hadn't used in the longest time...
A battle-cry erupted from the soldiers as they rushed out from the brush, feet stomping the ground seeming to shake the earth. The dragon let out a little sigh, a frosty cloud escaping from his lips before the world seemed to slow again as Aeizith reached his maximum speed, charging into the lines of the men before they even realized what was happening.
Within an instant, one fell to the ground, his head severed from his shoulders, the next felt the icy cold steel of Aeizith's dagger right into his gut, through the metal cuirus that was supposed to be protecting his torso... Instant after instant another man went down, one impailed on ice, the next his head being lopped off, blood was everywhere but none of it touched the ice dragon anywhere but his boots.
Still, even as men fell left and right, the dragon was met with heavy resistance, especially from the guys that favored spears. He had to dodge thrusts, slashes, even if they seemed to be moving in slow motion, there were hundreds of them, or so it seemed, a sea of steel and blood. The dragon's determination was Iron however, especially when he was fighting for his little girl up in that house! Unfortunately... in the chaos, he was either unaware of or unable to get to the few men that broke off from the back of the surrounding sea of warriors, making their way into the house...