04-21-2016, 09:21 PM
The mountain broke open and the terrible sound of hundreds of draconic warriors flying out filled the air. At first the young mercenary couldn't do anything but watch in amazement. Some in in front of him barked orders, and shook him from his daze. Connor stepped back and watched in wonder as Harry created a wall of ice out of thin air.
He heard the noises of the draconic horde trying to get through. The mercenary was legitimately scared. He took a deep breath, and looked up at the top of the wall. He felt heat off to his left. Connor turned to that side and saw that Miranda had transformed into a being of fire. She took flight and went over the wall. Connor jumped as high as he could, and himself going even high than he should normally. He took a guess that he was about 10 meters high. He braced on to the wall and jumped again, this time he landed onto a Draconian Warrior, but still stayed on the side of the wall that protected the team. He fired a short burst from his SCAR into his chosen mount. As they fall, Connor rides the dead beast and fires at the rest of the horde.
The ice wall behind him shattered, and then horde resurges. The hundreds of the draconic beast fly right towards the group. They fly with great fury and even knock into one another. Another draconic beast knocks Connor from his mount. He dives into a roll as soon as he lands. He sings up from his roll and lands onto the back of a four legged drake. He buries the muzzle of his rifle into the back of the creature’s skull and guns it down. The creature collapses head first and Connor jumps off and heads back to the team.
He reloads his SCAR, using one of the magazines on his shoulder, while running back to The Line. A large Draconian lands in front him. Connor doesn't stop and squeezes the trigger of his rifle, but it jams. Connor curses softly, then reaches down with his bracing hand and draws Lupa. He pelts the Draconian with the 9mm bullets and it falls. Suddenly a large rhinocerid drake slams into Connor. He is sent sprawling across the ashen ground. The young mercenary gets up and faces this drake.
“Éla se ména , sas áschimo karióli!”, he yells at it while attempting to unjam his rifle. The beast lowers its head and paws at the ground. It snorts and flames jet out of its nostrils.
“Loipón?”, he asks the drake. It bellows and charges. Connor stands there and at the last minute he rolls while drawing his knife. During his roll he scoured the side of the massive beast. It falls and gives a last few bellows. Connor stares at the carcass like a hungry wolf. Using his knife he takes some of the skin and a few bones from the dead beast. He quickly sticks them in his very deep pockets, then wipes the blade on his pants and grins.
He looks to his distance and runs to them. They are all fighting separately, facing away from each other and quite a lengthy distance apart. Connor knits his eyebrows together and frowns slightly,
“Sorry about that, our resident pyro kinda inspired me. Gamma team! Fall in, we have to hold the line together! For only as a team will we succeed!”, he yells over the coms. Connor turns around and starts firing at the horde. He drops the spent mag and reloads for the second time.
He heard the noises of the draconic horde trying to get through. The mercenary was legitimately scared. He took a deep breath, and looked up at the top of the wall. He felt heat off to his left. Connor turned to that side and saw that Miranda had transformed into a being of fire. She took flight and went over the wall. Connor jumped as high as he could, and himself going even high than he should normally. He took a guess that he was about 10 meters high. He braced on to the wall and jumped again, this time he landed onto a Draconian Warrior, but still stayed on the side of the wall that protected the team. He fired a short burst from his SCAR into his chosen mount. As they fall, Connor rides the dead beast and fires at the rest of the horde.
The ice wall behind him shattered, and then horde resurges. The hundreds of the draconic beast fly right towards the group. They fly with great fury and even knock into one another. Another draconic beast knocks Connor from his mount. He dives into a roll as soon as he lands. He sings up from his roll and lands onto the back of a four legged drake. He buries the muzzle of his rifle into the back of the creature’s skull and guns it down. The creature collapses head first and Connor jumps off and heads back to the team.
He reloads his SCAR, using one of the magazines on his shoulder, while running back to The Line. A large Draconian lands in front him. Connor doesn't stop and squeezes the trigger of his rifle, but it jams. Connor curses softly, then reaches down with his bracing hand and draws Lupa. He pelts the Draconian with the 9mm bullets and it falls. Suddenly a large rhinocerid drake slams into Connor. He is sent sprawling across the ashen ground. The young mercenary gets up and faces this drake.
“Éla se ména , sas áschimo karióli!”, he yells at it while attempting to unjam his rifle. The beast lowers its head and paws at the ground. It snorts and flames jet out of its nostrils.
“Loipón?”, he asks the drake. It bellows and charges. Connor stands there and at the last minute he rolls while drawing his knife. During his roll he scoured the side of the massive beast. It falls and gives a last few bellows. Connor stares at the carcass like a hungry wolf. Using his knife he takes some of the skin and a few bones from the dead beast. He quickly sticks them in his very deep pockets, then wipes the blade on his pants and grins.
He looks to his distance and runs to them. They are all fighting separately, facing away from each other and quite a lengthy distance apart. Connor knits his eyebrows together and frowns slightly,
“Sorry about that, our resident pyro kinda inspired me. Gamma team! Fall in, we have to hold the line together! For only as a team will we succeed!”, he yells over the coms. Connor turns around and starts firing at the horde. He drops the spent mag and reloads for the second time.