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Marakai Trin

"Oh, come on, Urra'vin. They're short. They're fat. And they come equipped with furry handles on their faces to throw them by. How much concentration do I need?" He have a dark chuckle, shaking his head.

"No, my friend...we might as well be mowing the grass."

Medievarad

"Regardless if it's but a trivial task. The sooner we're done, the better," he answered with a soft snort.

The dwarf that had slipped in returned with friends, pointing large crossbows at the dragons and opening fire. Several bolts slammed into Urra'vin, through the normal metal armour he wore. But that didn't stop him at all.

All it did was anger him. With a loud roar, he charged forward, axe raised. And soon enough, the firing squad was nothing but a heap of gore and severed limbs.

Marakai Trin

Behind him, Marakai heard a loud clanging noise as a ballista above them was loaded. He whipped around to look for the source of the sound.

These guys weren't taking any chances. He saw the massive, grounded crossbow, and readied his sword. Time to see if this thing could be a shield, too.

The massive sound of steel striking harshly against unbreaking crystal, as well as the two feet be slid backwards, told him it could. He grinned and let down his sword to grab up the ballista bolt, and heaved it up, towards the ledge the massive weapon sat upon.

Like a great spear, it flew through the air to stick deep into the stone, and quickly Marakai ran to it, leaping with considerable strength to grab it in one hand, and swing himself higher.

He landed with a downward slash of his great sword, cleaving their mounted weapon in two. The twk dwarven engineers who operated it followed shortly after.

The Prince stepped to the edge of the cliff, to yell down at Urra'vin. "Is that all the defense they've got? Do we know anything about this place, at all?"

Medievarad

"We know nothing!" Urra'vin answered as he slammed his axe inside a dwarf, the massive blade easily punching through the armour, almost splitting him in two.

Another one followed suit, charging the dragon with a hammer, slamming it into his stomach. "Big mistake, shortstack," he answered with a sickening grin. The axe dropped the floor and Urra'vin grabbed the warrior's head, before slamming him down, face landing on the sharp blade. He stomped on the back of his head, cleaving through his head cleanly, before pulling the weaponry out again.

"But they know we're a threat know! Be on your guard!"

Marakai Trin

"Right..." he grunted to himself. Bloody thrice-damned dwarves and their thrice-damned innovations.

Looking down the tunnel, he could see a whole bloody platoon of armored dwarves heading their way, four of them carrying... What were those?

Before they got much closer, the Prince leapt from the high ledge, and hit the ground running.

Clickclickclickclick

A sound reminiscent of a rattling chain reached his ears as those four dwarves, two on with side of a group of sixteen, cranked large handles on their contraptions.

Then he felt blinding pain, and stumbled backward several steps. Looking down through  pain-narrowed eyes, he saw no less than seven crossbow bolts protruding from his chest, midsection, and legs.

He narrowed his eyes further, and grit his teeth as his eyes burned with brilliant light. Anger overtook him at the audacity of these fucking dwarves who had just turned him into a Gods damned porcupine.

He took a step forward. Another step. Each one sundered the rock below him as his famous rage, tempered by pain and his wounded pride, flared forth.

Quite simply, he lost control. His form slipped, and it felt spectacular as hot scales emerged from otherwise human flesh. He could feel his teeth lengthen into fangs, pressing into his lips. A brief pain in his head flared up as a single long spike suddenly protruded from the side of his head.

His sword was held in a hand that was no longer human, fingers thickened and clawed, his whole arm nearly twice as large as normal - this was a considerable change, seeing as how, in size, he took after his father.

The following shout was more of a roar, shaking the very stones of the cavern.

"I. HATE. YOU. FUCKING....DWARVES!!!"

Medievarad

One thing set the Flameguard aside from any other military units the Aerie had to offer. If even one of them got hurt.

Gods be on the side of the one hurting them. As Marakai raged on, several of the Flameguard followed suit with loud roars. Some became completely covered in scales, others even sprouted their wings or breathed fire, melting the the golden armour around their foes like a kind of metal cast.

Urra'vin couldn't help but let out a thundering laughter, it wasn't one of the irony of it all. Nor was it a way of coping.

The first Flameguard was having more than fun. Indicated by the sickening, blood thirsty grin that decorated his face. Along with actual blood and pieces of gore.

And without a thought, he charged forward. Right into the hail of crossbow bolts ripping at his armour and flesh. But he didn't stop. He threw himself in the platoon of dwarves like a madman that had a passionate deathwish.

Marakai Trin

Hearing the battle cries behind him, the berserk Prince let loose a blood curdling roar, a small plume of jet black flame issuing forth from his fang-filled maw.

He leapt forward with a speed to match his bloodlust, not running but literallyjumping ahead in leaps and bounds. When he finally met the dwarven platoon, he came down with a one handed, overhead strike with the flat of his blade.

His strength was great enough that one dwarf wielding his mechanical repeating crossbow flattened literally like a pancake. Showered with ruptured organs and a massive splash of blood, he grinned manically. Too given into his rage, he couldn't speak.

He instead roared again, turning toward a dwarf wielding a massive (for a dwarf - Urra'vin's made it look like a child's toy) axe. He exhales a wide jet of pitch black flame, immolating him - the smell of burning flesh and disintegrating hair filled the environs.

This dwarv dealt with, he swung his gore covered blade about, and suddenly halted as he recognized Urra'vin beside him.


He offered a gorey smile, and suddenly charged off farther into the tunnel.

Medievarad

Several spears, shortswords and axes stuck from bloody wounds on Urra'vin's physique. But yet he grinned through the pain manically.

He caught the blackfire Fang and glanced at Urra'vin. Answering the grin with one of his own, before following suit behind Marakai while heaving his massive axe.

Marakai Trin

And then the reported orcs made an appearance. Large, heavily armored, green skinned creatures carrying a myriad of various weapons. These were the living war machines, the siege breakers, the creatures any Lord would hire to break apart any force.

A proper challenge for a berserk dragon Prince. His roaring laughter echoed throughout the caverns as he leapt high into the air, blade lifted over his head to prepare an overhead slash.

He landed with his boots on the chest of one creature, knocking him go the ground. The Blackfire Fang arched downwards into the orc standing behind him, shattering the iron helm he wore and slicing cleanly into his armor, spilling hot blood on Marakai's arms. He changed the angle of his swing mid arch, gutted orc hanging from the blade, and crashed sword and corpse  into the ranks beside him.

"It's a blood symphony, Urra'vin! Come and sing with me!" His roaring voice shook the cave, and the gathered orc soldiers took several steps back in fear.

Medievarad

"Your singing sounds like a yowling cat! Less words!" Urra'vin answered with a thundering laughter of his own. It waswas true. These orcish were tremendous foes,. Yet even they found their morale damaged when faced with a dragon that had arrows, spears and axes sticking everywhere and not letting up. Instead fighting with renewed vigour.

It was only insult to injury that he was currently loudly as he lopped limbs off, crushed heads with his bare hands or ripped out bones m, even the ocassional spine, with his teeth. The dragon carried an axeand. Which was but a tool. Every part of his body could be used as a weapon. And it was more than obvious that Urra'vin was proficient at this.

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