"What the?! What in blazes is wrong with all of you?!"
Draven dropped his fists to his sides, his aura magnifying intensely. He literally exploded, a great blast of fire emanating from his body in all directions, wrapping him in an scorching ball of flame several feet thick. Any such arrows headed his way burst into flame well before coming close, turning around and raining back down upon those who shot them. Justin would be scorched before he could get close...
"He's reviving! HE'S REVIVING!!"
The black dragon far below was stirring...
Wrapped in the bright flame, Draven looked up at the vampire with narrowed eyes.
"What is it so impossible to find a competent underling?! I realized undead were stupid, but you a clearly a reject amongst ingrates. Very well, if you wish to be a slave to Retan by attacking me, you shall be removed!"
Draven pointed a single finger at the vampire, a mammoth plume of flame blasting forth with a brilliant crimson flash. The fire pillar decimated the oncoming swords, vaporizing them into tiny black particles as the blast raged on, headed straight for the vampire...
Draven turned to Duilin as he shot the beam, clenching his other fist.
"Duilin! You fool! Call them off right now! Stand down and allow me to strike down Jayce, or I WILL KILL EVERYONE IN MY WAY!!"
Above his head, the orb dimmed to a tiny glimmer due to neglect...
CDAA: 5%
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Ven clutched his head with both hands.
"NO!! Not Draven! Blast it, why does eveyone always attack him?! He's on our side!!"
Ven brought a gauntlet to his chin.
"Hmm, well, I suppose that black and red getup he wears doesn't help. And then there's that grin of his..."
Ven raised an eyebrow at the allied commander.
"Attack on the Arctic region? Why would anyone do that? There's nothing up there but snow and ice, as far as I know."
He held out a finger as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.
"I wasn't there, but I did hear Draven, Duilin, and some others fought a giant evil dragon there, much like this one."
He waved his hand, indicating Jayce in the crater below as he was being assaulted.
"And it was so powerful, that Draven had to use an attack that nearly... destroyed..."
The knight blinked twice.
"... that nearly... destroyed..."
He looked at the dragon below, then up at Draven, then at the surrounding land of Tjed. Then at all three one more time. Suddenly he put two and two together and clutched his head with both hands again.
"HOLY CRAP!!!"
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Jayce grinned more widely.
It was a devilish thing, a black dragon grinning like that, mouth full of teeth and burning crimson eyes...
All projectiles sent his way turned to black ash before they could strike him, crumpling and turning to dust before they could strike him. It was like the very air around him repelled anything and everything, crushing it to the vile nonexistance that the black dragon represented.
Raising his right claw into the air, Jayce smashed down burying it deeply in the rocky terrain. The ground shattered, a huge fissure appearing before the onslaught of attacking men. And the fell in screaming all the way... At the same time, the loose rocks began to spin around in a gust of violent wind, smashing into armored men from the sides...
With a tremor, the dragon's left claw broke free from the rubble...
He was nearly halfway free now, and not looking the least bit worried...
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"Duilin, you must contain the blast like Zeros' and the others did years ago. It's up to you now."
The old knight whispered into his ear...