05-03-2016, 06:20 AM
Connor sees a flightless drake thrash his robotic comrade. He acts quickly and throws himself into the drake, emptying the current magazines into the creature's neck. Once it falls dead he pushes the lifeless form off of the robot. He lends out a hand and helps Colonel up,
“Always keep an eye out,” Connor says with a smirk. He reloads Lycöan and Lupa again.
“Alright let's go,” he steps forward and as soon as his foot touches the ashen ground a large wingless and limbless wrym shoots up from underneath the young mercenary. It swallows him whole, but the young mercenary won't be some draconic worm’s snack. He snaps…
A piercing howl is unleashed from inside the monster’s gullet. Streams of blood pours down from five points at about the halfway point of the wrym’s long neck. Then suddenly a mass of fur rips its way out of the monster. The wrym falls dead and the mass lands. It stands and reveals itself to be a 8 foot tall Werewolf with reddish brown fur and piercing amber eyes. It does have some intelligence, but it is primal at best. The Beast scans the battlefield, then gives a low growl. The beast takes a leap and at the top of its arch it grabs on to a large drake. The Wolf then starts clawing the sides and wing membranes of the dragon.
The drake screeches as the Wolf crawls over it. The Beast clamps down on the drake's neck and continues to tighten on the creature's neck. There is a snap and whimper as the pair falls, the Wolf leaps off of his kill and on to the back of the another dragon.
The Beast claws up and down the dragon’s back. The drake flails and screams as the Wolf bites into the shoulder muscles that lead into the wing. They fall and the Beast jumps off before impact, landing safely a few feet away. It searches for more prey.
A small four legged dragon, one of the ‘stragglers’, roars at the Beast. The Wolf turns and growls in response, and then dragon takes action. The dragon gives itself some air and speed with a great flap of its wings. It sends itself at the Wolf, and once it gets there the Beast smacks the dragon’s muzzle closed with a swipe of its paw. The Beast swings with its left, leaving several deep slashes on the four legger’s chest. The dragon howls with pain as the Wolf slams into the wounded drake. It actually lifts up the dragon and slams it back down into the ground. The creature opens its jaw slightly and bright flames glow from within. The Beast remembers something about its new found prey, they didn't just have teeth and claws for weapons, but another weapon laid dormant in them, the weapon of Hell Breath. The Beast pounces on the drake's head, making it slam into the ground, but the dragon keeps the flams brewing. The Beast points the dragon at one of its brood as the drake fires its Hell Breath. The shot missed but the Beast keeps on fighting it's best opponent yet. It holds the drake's upper jaw with one paw and the lower in the other. The Beast howls as it forces the two parts apart. A hideous snap breaks the drake's jaw, then the Beast starts tearing into the throat of the dragon. Once it eats its fill, the Beast leaps off, looking for more of its new favorite food. The First Prey, or the Scale flesh...
“Always keep an eye out,” Connor says with a smirk. He reloads Lycöan and Lupa again.
“Alright let's go,” he steps forward and as soon as his foot touches the ashen ground a large wingless and limbless wrym shoots up from underneath the young mercenary. It swallows him whole, but the young mercenary won't be some draconic worm’s snack. He snaps…
A piercing howl is unleashed from inside the monster’s gullet. Streams of blood pours down from five points at about the halfway point of the wrym’s long neck. Then suddenly a mass of fur rips its way out of the monster. The wrym falls dead and the mass lands. It stands and reveals itself to be a 8 foot tall Werewolf with reddish brown fur and piercing amber eyes. It does have some intelligence, but it is primal at best. The Beast scans the battlefield, then gives a low growl. The beast takes a leap and at the top of its arch it grabs on to a large drake. The Wolf then starts clawing the sides and wing membranes of the dragon.
The drake screeches as the Wolf crawls over it. The Beast clamps down on the drake's neck and continues to tighten on the creature's neck. There is a snap and whimper as the pair falls, the Wolf leaps off of his kill and on to the back of the another dragon.
The Beast claws up and down the dragon’s back. The drake flails and screams as the Wolf bites into the shoulder muscles that lead into the wing. They fall and the Beast jumps off before impact, landing safely a few feet away. It searches for more prey.
A small four legged dragon, one of the ‘stragglers’, roars at the Beast. The Wolf turns and growls in response, and then dragon takes action. The dragon gives itself some air and speed with a great flap of its wings. It sends itself at the Wolf, and once it gets there the Beast smacks the dragon’s muzzle closed with a swipe of its paw. The Beast swings with its left, leaving several deep slashes on the four legger’s chest. The dragon howls with pain as the Wolf slams into the wounded drake. It actually lifts up the dragon and slams it back down into the ground. The creature opens its jaw slightly and bright flames glow from within. The Beast remembers something about its new found prey, they didn't just have teeth and claws for weapons, but another weapon laid dormant in them, the weapon of Hell Breath. The Beast pounces on the drake's head, making it slam into the ground, but the dragon keeps the flams brewing. The Beast points the dragon at one of its brood as the drake fires its Hell Breath. The shot missed but the Beast keeps on fighting it's best opponent yet. It holds the drake's upper jaw with one paw and the lower in the other. The Beast howls as it forces the two parts apart. A hideous snap breaks the drake's jaw, then the Beast starts tearing into the throat of the dragon. Once it eats its fill, the Beast leaps off, looking for more of its new favorite food. The First Prey, or the Scale flesh...