Snippet #1614547

The wind that whipped through his slick hair halted as one of his blades stabbed into yielding dragonflesh. Missing his target by a good food, his arm whipped through the air as the blade lodged itself into the dragon's left eye. He felt his bones and muscles strain to keep in one piece as his flew through the air, struggling frantically to hold on. The dragon had ignored his comrades now, and was intent on the man who tried to raise his other arm. It sneered, whipping it's head and loosing Kisikoni's grip from the blade and sending him into the pavement. Struggling, he noticed that his other blade was still in his vice-like grip, and he smiled grimly.

He tried to contact his golem unconsciously, but it was crushed under the dragon's heavy body. It barely mustered a response, as it had sustained many battle wounds and was now beginning to malfunction. Kisikoni was barely able to turn his head as Yaeral studied it's blinded left eye. Kisikoni dimly thought that he was finished. Not an increment of strength was left in his battered body, all of his strength based on that last ditch attempt to kill the dragon in one blow. The dragon was wounded- very badly, but it was still alive, and that brought deep shame to the Deep Human, as he lay still on the damaged cobblestone path.

Looks like you're through. I'm sure you won't mind if I save both our hides, worthless husk. It said, loathing dripping from each syllable. Kisikoni didn't answer, he couldn't even formulate a response. He was too tired, and every second was a fight to stay conscious. Suddenly, his gut curled as if recoiling from something. Kisikoni's eyes flew open and his head snapped toward the sight of a bright white light. Yaeral directed his attention away slightly, curious as to what it was. As the light approached, Kisikoni felt like retching. His body began cramping, and as the light passed over he felt an inhuman scream reverberate in his head. Kisikoni rolled onto his back, arching in pain and clutching his head with a strength he didn't know he had.

The light winked out, and as Kisikoni flopped down in exhaustion, he blinked once and felt his eyes widen in surprise as the children that were launching arrows behind the dragon had simply vanished. Yaeral still remained, even as it looked behind him and saw that his backup had simply disappeared in the light. Surprise was never really something that appeared on the dragon's face, but this was one of those times. It snarled slightly, then turned around. "Bah. I can take care of this myself." It snarled, leering down at the Legionnaires, who seemed to have regained composure and readied their weapons hesitatingly. Kisikoni watched, completely drained as the Dragon looked down on the deep human with relish.

"Anytime now." He coughed, oblivious to everything but the one eye that glared down with absolute hate on him.

That was Holy Magic, fool! Not even I can withstand such a powerful blast and still combat a dragon! An angry voice raged. Useless! You're comrades are so useless! Who would sentence us to death like so! I'm going to lose the first vessel in over a thousand years!

Kisikoni groaned, intent on surviving. He had no clue what was going on with his comrades, but he wasn't going to end this life as dragon feed after somebody had mustered the strength to wipe out the children in this city. His vacant right hand grabbed a crack in the street, trying to drag himself away from harm but the Dragon had already grabbed him, with it's gaping mouth. Teeth sunk into Kisikoni's lower torso, littering his body with wounds that the Live Leather couldn't possibly stand.

"Disgusting taste." Yaeral said, spitting Kisikoni out. Kisikoni felt a foreign presence layer his skin, and he hit the ground once more. He wasn't harmed by the fall, but he was feeling the bite wound all through his lower body. His comrades surged forward, trying to distract the dragon by jabbing at it once more with powerful weapons. Kisikoni's body was heavy, he couldn't move a single muscle. He could feel the foreign being in his gut keeping him alive, but he was out of the fight. With one blade held in a white knuckled grip and the other lodged in the Dragon's eye, Kisikoni closed his eyes.