Snippet #1500839

"Besides... If we are to fight the dragons, then what better defiance than fighting wearing your enemies' own weapon... For decoration. Taunting them by using their hellfire as a reminder, 'we are not frightened, we will not surrender..."

Liliana The Huntress

Lily was finally on the wall and had finally caught a glimpse of the Dragons... One in the air and another harassing the harpy... Or rather, Alistair and a flock of constructs were harassing it. One in particular, one sporting a flaming paint job caught her eye... That was the construct she had spoke to the twins about, the one with the dragon fire paint job. She cackled almost maniacally as she remembered it. However, it was not the target... the Dragon was. She began to nock an arrow and sent it flying... It missed due to the distance and the irregular flight pattern... She nocked another and missed again, this time coming dangeriously close to taking out a golem.

"Drat," She cursed rather... Mildly. She could not do anything when she was grounded as she was. Lily needed to be closer. She needed to be up in the air. She needed wings...

She needed a dragon.

Her eyes flitted to the golem sporting the flame job... Yes, of course! Liliana Mk. II! "That's brilliant! And a slight bit suicidal... Oh well, best get busy dying!" She mused as she ran close to the edge of the wall and began to frantically wave her hands and tried to get the contruct's attention. She didn't think it would notice but then it tilted it's wings and began to dip towards her. Lily was ecstatic. She couldn't believe it was actually listening to her... Hardly anyone listened to her. She wouldn't be a usless elf. No, she would make sure of that.

The construct flew slowly pass Lily, who used her elven grace and balance to hop off of the wall and land surely on the back of the golem... The elf was airborne now, riding a flaming dragon she felt she had helped design... The Bloodleaf Clan would not believe this, but they could go suck on some Ivy. Lily wasn't doing this for them, she was doing this for her new family, the Blackguard. The fortieth legion... The baddest clan this side of the dragon territory.

Lily and her construct fly back up into the fray with the Dragon. She caught a glimpse of Alistair who she ventured an intent nod. She was no longer the cheery and bubbly girl, but a precise and deadly elven Huntress... Her prey this evening? Dragon. Instead of crashing into the dragon like so many other constructs, Lily kept her distance and tried to stay on the side of the dragon where Sid had injured it's eye. It was better than nothing. From there, Lily pelted the beast with arrows, trying to aim between the scales and perhaps ventured an arrow towards it's eye once or twice. As she flew, Lily gripped the construct tightly with her legs and thighs... Good thing that those were Lily's greatest assets...

Then Lily pulled back her bowstring, Overdrawing it pass the normal draw point and let loose a wooden arrow towards one of it's eyes... Hoping the blow would connect and blind it. As the arrow left the bow string, Lily yelled in an harsh voice uncommon for the spritely girl... The huntress coming into her own. "WE. WILL. NOT. SURRENDER!"

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Caine the Berserker

Caine too had seen the dragons, but since the one in the air was a no go for him, he concentrated on the one who was being assaulted by Kisikoni and Mikana. He quicked his stride, dodging in between hostile children... They would still be there when the dragon was taken care of. Although, he did venture to hamstring a foolish elf who was not paying close attention. Not fatal yet, but the blow would leave it helpless for anything else. He was within sight of the dragon. He heard and saw it recoil in fear, perhaps due to some magic the Kisikoni had... Of course, it didn't have much effect and it roared...

Caine moved and closed in on the dragon, but by then, the beast had already lashed out out those who were surrounding it... And a hate filled glance at Mikana. The beast was trying to kill her... That only struck a chord in Caine's psyche. Caine responded by a feral roar of his own. A challenge... A human challenging a dragon, perhaps the bravest or stupidest thing ever witnessed, but there it was.. He rushed the dragon from the side. All pretense of subtly or stealth was gone, but maybe Caine moved fast enough to not allow the Dragon to react... And since Caine had saved the leaping ability from his armor... He smashed the emblem on his chest and leaped into the air directly above the dragon's back. As he fell, he tried to angle himself between the beast's wings. Closing fast, Caine attempted to smash into the beast's back, planning to plunge both blades deep within the hatchling's back.

If the supernatural fear of a Deep Human wasn't going to work... Perhaps the real fear of a beserking human on the verge of bloodfilled insanity would... "You will make up for all four damn deaths, you scaly motherfucker!" Caine roared at the beast..