Solanis
In the distance she hears a scream; it is a familiar cry, the battlecry of her raptor companion. Ker swoops from the canopy with a fearsome howl, her talons and beak slicing towards the dragoness' delicate eyes. Oizys feels a cold spasm of pride at the eagle's appearance, although she intends to have a stern word with Ker about her tardiness.
The gargoyle herself rears up, wincing at the spasm of pain through her ripped hindquarters. She seeks to strike at the knees of the creature with her powerful front hooves, hoping to disable one of the great limbs. She is not optimistic, though; the dragon is like an armoured tank, and Oizys is already badly injured. She needs help, she needs an ally, she needs a saviour. As though summoned by her fear, a vaguely horse-shaped ball of flame and rage suddenly slams into the dragon's side. Oizys stops mid-attack, startled at this slice of luck and wondering who exactly her knight in shining fire is - he can't be anyone who knows her, because no Helovian would bother their ass to save snarky, sassy, resting-bitch-face-Oizys. Either way, the mare is immensely grateful, but equally she knows that this battle is far from won. She reaches deep down for her magic and summons a dragon made of electricity, which she instructs to fly towards the real dragon's face. An eruption of pain blasts across her body and she bellows her displeasure at the realisation that it's her own magic working against her, corrupted by the wickedness of the Rift. Still, she hopes that a combination of Ker's and her own attacks as well as the flame-shrouded stranger will be able to drive away this massive demon, or at least cause her to rethink her plan to dine upon horse today. NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL |
I'll post again with the dragon now, just wanted to squeeze another Ozzy post in first :D
