68th chapter

To the rescue!

At first it was a sparkle, a small magical discharge in the air just beneath Sira’dreth.
Moments later, the most beautiful rift Sira’dreth had ever seen opened with a crackle and a gryphon burst out. And with it came another, and another, until three additional gryphons had burst out, each one of them ridden by the many races of the alliance.
A squeaky voice boomed over them: “analyze and take command of the situation! I have a damsel to save. “
One of the gryphons bursted down towards Sira’dreth. Frostwind let out an incantantation and slowed Sira’dreth down, reached out his hands and grabbed her. That is, he tried to but the sheer difference in weight made him unable to grasp or even hold her. This made her land quite heavily on the gryphons back with Frostwind in the middle.
But for the moment she was safe and that was all that mattered to her as she slumped towards unconsciousness. Frostwind ripped his head from her torso and shook it.
“I See you haven’t gotten any shorter or easier to manage dear”, he said as he ruffled his beard.
He looked upwards and saw his teammates flying towards the dragon and his combatant high up in the air. Knowing full well that whoever was fighting the dragon could not handle it by himself and would not last long Frostwind looked at Sira’dreth and muttered : “I hope that one isn’t anyone close to ye. I don’t think he’s gonna last until our help reaches him.”

Dawnwalker spewed fire and death at the incoming Exen’tor who didn’t mind the heat as he was engulfed in sand and chaotic energy, but pushed forward with a ball of green sandy darkness in his hands.
He came through the fire, unscathed but corruption wounds opening and bleeding all over his body, and shot out two beams of dark energy.
He hit Dawnwaker but it had no effect whatsoever on his magically immune skin.
Dawnwaker opened his mouth and closed the lethal maw upon Exen’tor who barely managed to jump away from the teeth, grabbed hold of his teeth and slid over on his nose.
Dawnwaker who was no about to lose another eye to that blood elf maniac shook his head violently, shaking Exen’tor off and grabbing him in mid air.
The dragon glared at him madly as he inhaled, getting ready for a great burst of fire to finally get rid of that menace. He never got that far though as he felt a small creature land on his bald head.
Lets see if we kin make a hole shall we? Ankthar said as he landed on the scaly head and pointed his gun down towards it.
BOOM the gun went and the bullet flew our ripping through the air and giving one of the scales a nasty bit of a rash.
But the bullet had some Effect though, the shock and concussion startled Dawnwaker who dropped Exen’tor and spewed fire aimlessly around.
“Damnit” Ankthar said as he held tight onto the dragon scales,” havta find ‘nother plan then.”
Wisim floated just about ten meters above him, weaving a complicated magic circle aimed at the dragon.
“Well damnit man”, Ankthar yelled angrily at Wisim, “am ah tha only one of this bloody team not flying around like some damned fairy?”
Wisim who was actually not flying but merely falling in a slowish yet stylish fashion paid the dwelf no heed but completed his spell and rained upon Dawnwaker missiles of magic so great in numbers that for a while nothing could be seen but the continuous burst from his hands of white arrows made of magic.
Yet it left not a scratch on the dragon, didn’t even manage to draw its attention from Exen’tor who was once again bathing in his newfound power shooting sand and darkness blindly and madly.
“Well, I would assume that another approach is needed again “Wisim concluded, scratching his beard.
“ye think, ye blasted elf,” Ankthar shouted who had not received one missile thanks to wisim’s aiming charms and accuracy.
Wisim drew his sword and released his spell, falling down upon the dragon with the blade at the ready.
However Wisim was first and foremost. a wizard He basically knew how to hold and point the sword but that was it. As he fell, Dawnwaker spun around, to deal with yet another troublesome sand attack from Exen’tors palms.
Wisim screamed in horror as the dragon back disappeared from view, revealing a horrible sight of a dragon itching around in midair.
the dragons gigantic wing hit him in the head and on instinct he thrust the sword right through the scaly thing, holding him airborne, making Dawnwaker painfully aware of his existence.
The dragon howled fiercely and turned a red eye towards Wisim who suddenly felt really alone and helpless.
Dawnwaker shook the wing fiercely making the untrained wizard sick and disoriented.
He fell down, the sword gone from his hands, covered in dragon blood and hardly able to form a singular thought.
He was saved by a large dark man riding a gryphon, who shouted to his companions: I got him, skiz you take point, rusynja flank the bastard!
The other two flew past him, a nightelf wielding a glowing bow and a dwarf wielding a large hammer. The night elf flew behind Dawnwaker showering him in a rain of glowing arrows which had no effects at all.
The dwarf charged right towards the dragons head, gave a command to his flight and with a tremendous heave, jumped up from the gryphons back. He swung the hammer behind his back in mid-air and hammered Dawnwakers head cracking or scratching many of his scales. But Dawnwaker felt the hit as his head arched back in pain.
He turned his head toward the dwarf as he fell down to his mount.
A stroke of fire and death from his mouth and in his mind the enemy was subdued.
Exen’tor however was not happy with this sudden interruption on his duel and took a great leap in the air and punched Dawnwaker heavily in the chest.
Dawnwaker was growing immensely tired of this battle; he snatched Exen’tor again from the air and proceeded to crush all life out of him as if he was a fly.
Ankthar used the sudden stop in the dragon’s movements and heaved himself up on his head. “
“Don’t git me wrong ye drake” He said as he ran over the bald head and slide himself over to the nose. “This aint personal.”
Knowing that he didn’t have any time to waste he filled the gun with an arcane bullet and changed into his elven form.

Dawnwaker felt the tiny feet running over his head and he swatted his free hand towards Ankthar.
Ankthar drew upon his magic, held his left hand up and made a magical barrier where the claws came upon him.
His eyes glowed slightly with power as he stood there, his barrier sparking around his outstretched hands as it met the drakes claws, his gun pointed at the empty eye socket.
He cocked the gun and said with his distinct elven accent: “don’t get me wrong dragon, this isn’t personal. This is natural selection.”
The bullet tore its magical way through the dark mind of Dawnwaker killing the beast in immediately.