(Keep 'em out as long as it seems practical in the story.)
(Too many wyverns... you guys control them!)
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The dragon roared in pain as he was slammed with the multiple attacks. He stretched his head skywards as the multicolored explosions from the various attackers ensued around him, then plummeted to the ground, cracking the already battle ravaged ice.
For a brief second, it almost seemed as if it were all over.
But his head propped up...
"Power... Brute strength... Something I have yet to attain... But I have something far greater..."
The beast scampered to all fours, spreading his wings out. His body began to deform, boney spikes began jutting out of his joints, and his skin seemed to melt off in some locations...
He roared again, but this time it was much louder, distorted and less animal sounding. It was like a gust of wind, but it burned like acid, blasting all those around him...
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Before drawing too near, Draven shielded his eyes from the explosions and created a barrier to repell the intense sound waves, but even he was repelled several feet.
He smirked for a moment, lost in thought, then after checking his surroundings, shot straight up in the air so that he was directly above the ensuing battle. From behind his back, he withdrew an ancient book, visibly worn and adorned with skull like carvings on the outer cover. He flipped quickly through the pages and, after finding his spot, began to chant passages from the tome under his breath as he brought his right hand up to the sky above...