The Battle of Death Mountain: Gamma

[Miranda Frost]

The others had given their best, and even then the horde still stood strong. Only the vast weaklings of Volvagia's brood had been cleansed. What remained were no pushover. These appeared to be fully growned and while much fewer than their youngling counterparts, they made up for their raw power.

 They were fascinating to watch, circling the group, scanning for weaknesses before diving in for the kill. Miranda braced herself as a few dove in, only to narrowly missed the group. The goal here was simply to cloud the air with ash and dust, lowering visibility. Miranda didn't have trouble seeing through the dust, but her Goron company weren't so lucky. She witnessed one in particular separate from the group. Even now she could see a large one in particular close in.

 Miranda bit her tounge and sprinted over, hoping to catch the dragon in the act. To the Goron, she appeared as an angel of death, with her flames casting away the dust and shielding him from the descending claws of the dragon. Fool, saving him was never her intention.

 Her hand could barely close around a single claw, yet it was enough to stop it. The Goron behind her had stumbled over in shock. Annoyed, the towering angel flapped her fiery wings and shouted, "Stand and fight!"

 With a burst of rage her grip snapped the claw in half, her other hand already grabbing onto one of its limbs to keep it from flying away. In pain and hatred its crimson eyes met Miranda's and its maw dripped down.

 "You think you can stop all of us? Our numbers will overwhelm you puny whelps and the Goron villages will burn!", the dragon spoke, its other claw spearing towards her head. It was fast, so she couldn't quite move away but only slightly enough to where it wouldn't be lethel. However, saving the life of oneself often carries a price.

 The claw fell away and her head dipped slightly. Blood gushed from her eye socket, this battle taking her last original eye from her. The pain was dull, but the shock of having another part of her taken away was greater. Being an amputee, she knew this shock very well and experiancing it multiple times did not bring tolerance. She was stunned for a moment, but she did not  let go of the dragon.

 The strike and cut away her mask, revealing a wide grin on her face. It was not the smile of enjoyment but rather of malice. "You know... I don't remember much about myself. I do know though... that I tend to give more in return that what I take in.", she breathed out, her other hand gripping the dragons limb and tearing it from the dragon's body.   The dragon cried in agony, its wings pulling itself to safety. She turned back towards the goron, crimson light beaming down at it. "Get up, arm yourself. He isn't done with us"