The Battle of Death Mountain: Eruption

[Erik Vrell]

Volvagia's fury echoed throughout the steppes, shaking the earth itself. Erik had faced difficult battles and possible death before, but this was a whole different beast. Fear penetrated deep down into the very core of Erik's being, shaking him to his soul. Staring down the drake wasn't like looking death in the face, it was more like facing down an apocalypse. Volvagia was few and rage given form.

Roused by the telepathic alerts of Nealaphh, Erik turned away from the cylinder and covered his eyes. The resulting bang was deafening and Erik ears rang as Volvagia raged blindly above him. Erik knew that most of his weaponry was useless at this distance, so he sheathed his sword. Violet mist poured from the sleeves of Erik's cloak and gathered in his hands. The energy crackled as it formed a ring in his hand and hardened. When the chakram had duly formed in his hand, the psychic pulled his arm back and tossed the ring like a child would toss a frisbee. The violet ring sped towards the dragon, only the ricochet off of her scales on impact and soar off into the horizon. 

Refusing to be discouraged, Erik flung chakram after chakram at the drake, to little effect. Growing desperate, Erik attempted to hit any vulnerable spot he could. He fired at her eyes, her mouth, her underbelly, but nothing managed to scratch the drake. While he doubted that he could actually harm the beast, but he stubbornly continued his assault, desperately hoping to land a proper strike.