04-22-2016, 11:37 PM
It was evident, even in the reptilian, stolid faces of the dragon horde, that there was a measure of surprise in the fact they had not been able to simply sweep aside these arrogant intruders like all the others. Echoing screams and immense clamor rang down from the summit; Volvagia was in danger! Yet, these bipeds, these Primes, stood firmly in the path of the horde.
Some of the bestial riot decided to try and get crafty, skirting the edges of the path up the mountain to try and get past the rampaging Primes. Some even succeeded, only to be pulverized and blown to shreds by the wall of Goron warriors that stood behind the Primes. For those wyrms which were brazen enough to get close, the larger Gorons tucked into tight balls and ran them down as boulders might. The scrubling draked that tried to slink back to the horde were summarily pelted with bomb flowers.
White hot viscerae and boney fragments began to litter the charred landscape like motes of molten gold amidst the cindered scree that pocked the steep path. Even as Miranda snapped the neck of another writhing dragonling, she noted with some satisfaction the number of bodies being piled up.
In her brief survey, however, she did notice something; the dragons they were killing were slowly looking larger and larger. A hot, red wind that bore the scent of blood and fire returned her to the moment at hand. Details could be worked out after the punching had abated.
Some of the bestial riot decided to try and get crafty, skirting the edges of the path up the mountain to try and get past the rampaging Primes. Some even succeeded, only to be pulverized and blown to shreds by the wall of Goron warriors that stood behind the Primes. For those wyrms which were brazen enough to get close, the larger Gorons tucked into tight balls and ran them down as boulders might. The scrubling draked that tried to slink back to the horde were summarily pelted with bomb flowers.
White hot viscerae and boney fragments began to litter the charred landscape like motes of molten gold amidst the cindered scree that pocked the steep path. Even as Miranda snapped the neck of another writhing dragonling, she noted with some satisfaction the number of bodies being piled up.
In her brief survey, however, she did notice something; the dragons they were killing were slowly looking larger and larger. A hot, red wind that bore the scent of blood and fire returned her to the moment at hand. Details could be worked out after the punching had abated.
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Harry Dresden pulls for 20 damage, and blocks with a t2 defensive supermove. He deals 5 damage to the horde and manages to get away with 3 damage to himself.
Miranda Frost goes on full attack, and uses a t1 powerup for 10 damage. Thanks to her naturally high defense, she walks away without a scratch.
Connor- Connor goes on attack3, dealing 10 damage as well as taking 2 damage.
Colonel- Full Attack, using a t1 super, dealing 15 damage and receiving 2
Gorons: deal 20
Horde HP: 145/200 dealt
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued