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Broomhandle45
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Ike had seen a few dragons in his day, but none seemed more vicious than the one that was rushing through the ranks like a coiled snake They were holding, but barely. Their formation was crumbling, and they were slowly starting to sink back as Ike cut a swath through their forces. His dark blade howled for blood, and he fed it with his wide swings and brutal stabs. He wasn't expecting to see a dragon, nor one so fast rear up on him as Ike brought his blade up for defense and he slammed into the ground, buckling underneath him with a painted grunt, eyes widening a fraction. That...hurt, a lot.
"Traitor," Yong snarled. "You caused my lady pain! Your head will be your apology!" he said, snapping at Ike's head, which he dodged.
"Not today," Ike growled, slamming his knee into the dragon's stomach as he growled and lurched back, giving Ike the room he needed to rush forward and swung. Yong's hand caught the blade, the dark aura was useless. But the blade itself was potent, even as blood ran down the many edges.
"Today, and always. Your Goddess is a lie, mine is supreme." Yong snarled, flames roaring out of his mouth as Ike ripped out his blade in an arc of blood and held up his sword, flames rolling over his sword as the dark aura surrounded him. Ike grit his teeth in frustration before battering away the line of fire and rushing forward, swinging his blade downward as Yong easily skittered out of the way and lunged. Ike blocked again, the impact was solid as Yong pressed down, and Ike grit his teeth to hold. They were losing...there were too many of them, they had pure numbers where they didn't. Every moment here was a lost life, one that would take years to regain.
They had to retreat.
"Traitor," Yong snarled. "You caused my lady pain! Your head will be your apology!" he said, snapping at Ike's head, which he dodged.
"Not today," Ike growled, slamming his knee into the dragon's stomach as he growled and lurched back, giving Ike the room he needed to rush forward and swung. Yong's hand caught the blade, the dark aura was useless. But the blade itself was potent, even as blood ran down the many edges.
"Today, and always. Your Goddess is a lie, mine is supreme." Yong snarled, flames roaring out of his mouth as Ike ripped out his blade in an arc of blood and held up his sword, flames rolling over his sword as the dark aura surrounded him. Ike grit his teeth in frustration before battering away the line of fire and rushing forward, swinging his blade downward as Yong easily skittered out of the way and lunged. Ike blocked again, the impact was solid as Yong pressed down, and Ike grit his teeth to hold. They were losing...there were too many of them, they had pure numbers where they didn't. Every moment here was a lost life, one that would take years to regain.
They had to retreat.