Reynolds eyed the dodging Leuchtkaffer and the charging Bluejacket. Once Frostfell was tied up with the Blue, the Leuchtkaffer would have an easy target to drop down on. The Bluejacket was coming head on, but with closed eyes and some cannon wounds that would slow it down.
"Change of plan," he said to Frostfell. "Dodge the Blue and grab the little bastard." With eyes closed the Blue would have trouble course correcting worth a damn and the wounds wouldn't help it either. As Frostfell banked hard out of the Bluejacket's way and towards the Leuchtkaffer, Nathan emptied the last of the 20mm into the Blue and began to reload.
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It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
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Hermeticus had gained height, powerful wingbeats causing his entire form to bulge and muscles to taunt visibly, before relaxing. Thomas pulled up a pair of binoculars over his aviators goggles, and did his damnest to make sense of the configurations before putting it away.
"Strike the colors!" Thomas shouted back to his First, who relayed the orders. Belly gunners had their rifles loaded and ready, the tail and side gunners in their nettings, their larger guns rested on their pivots.
Thomas was making sure his pistol was ready, when over the radio he heard the shout, "Will someone get this Jerry Bastard off me?" and tightened his caribiners, "The Tasmanian, Herm! Bendis! Get those guns ready!"
Hermeticus dove suddenly, the rest of Thomas' orders lost in the sudden roar of the wind, and the Captain held on. Above the incoming Bavarian, Hermeticus roared loudly, the sound echoing as he swooped downward at the German dragon.
The crack of rifle fire and the burp of machine guns came from Hermeticus' bellynet, as the fifteen ton crossbreed came within a dozen feet of the Bavarian's top, and pulled up and away.
"Strike the colors!" Thomas shouted back to his First, who relayed the orders. Belly gunners had their rifles loaded and ready, the tail and side gunners in their nettings, their larger guns rested on their pivots.
Thomas was making sure his pistol was ready, when over the radio he heard the shout, "Will someone get this Jerry Bastard off me?" and tightened his caribiners, "The Tasmanian, Herm! Bendis! Get those guns ready!"
Hermeticus dove suddenly, the rest of Thomas' orders lost in the sudden roar of the wind, and the Captain held on. Above the incoming Bavarian, Hermeticus roared loudly, the sound echoing as he swooped downward at the German dragon.
The crack of rifle fire and the burp of machine guns came from Hermeticus' bellynet, as the fifteen ton crossbreed came within a dozen feet of the Bavarian's top, and pulled up and away.
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#278
Kunja had continued his climb, following the Swabian at an increasing distance when Fulminatus made his attack. Kunja then swooped in closer, flapping his wings hard and trying to catch the same air his prey was using. It was an old trick he'd used a dozen times before in his barnstorming days, kept the dragon behind from having to try so hard to keep up.
Jake spotted a dragon that was incoming and brought up his binoculars. Even in the midst of combat he was unconcerned, letting Kunja do the flying. It looked like an American breed, flying the right colors to. "Rankin, this is Jake, we've got a friendly coming in to support us. American dragon." Jake then took to listening to the radio. Cap was in trouble, and Judith had been hit. She'd sounded more annoyed than hurt though.
And then Kunja was on top of the Swabian, Jake got behind cover again as Kunja got to doing what he did best, tearing into dragons at melee. Kunja clawed hiw way quickly up the back of the dragon, digging in his claws on the exposed back of the beast whereever he could.
Jake spotted a dragon that was incoming and brought up his binoculars. Even in the midst of combat he was unconcerned, letting Kunja do the flying. It looked like an American breed, flying the right colors to. "Rankin, this is Jake, we've got a friendly coming in to support us. American dragon." Jake then took to listening to the radio. Cap was in trouble, and Judith had been hit. She'd sounded more annoyed than hurt though.
And then Kunja was on top of the Swabian, Jake got behind cover again as Kunja got to doing what he did best, tearing into dragons at melee. Kunja clawed hiw way quickly up the back of the dragon, digging in his claws on the exposed back of the beast whereever he could.
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Jack Taggart leaned forward on Godfrey, yelling into the Spitfire's ear. "Head for the Aufsehers!" He called, holding on as the spitfire beat it's wing. And then he heard the yankee girl on the radio. The young British captain turned his head, looking towards her. He wanted to pull his dragon over and go rescue her, but protecting his home came first.
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Neither german dragon had anticipated Frostfell turning on the Leuchtkaffer rather than the Bluejacket. The Bluejacket's captain called out a warning, and the middleweight managed, barely, to avoid overshooting Frostfell, as black and red blood dripped from it onto the fields below. Nimble though the heavyweight was, it was still a heavyweight, and the Bluejacket could stay with it even as it went after the smaller German.
The Leuchtkaffer was much more agile than both of them, though no faster than Frostfell. No sooner had it spotted Frostfell coming after it, than it turned and bolted, fleeing as fast as it could away from Frostfell. It was not fast enough. Draconic agility was heavily dependant on small size, but outright speed was not, and slowly the Wendigo was overtaking the smaller german, who had to dodge and weave to avoid incoming fire. Behind Frostfell, the Bluejacket was straining every muscle to catch the Canadian snow demon, but injury and body-shape worked against it, and it could not close the distance in time.
The Leuchtkaffer was aiming south, perhaps in the forlorn hopes of getting back to France. It passed underneath a massive cloud bank as it continued to press forward, but soon enough, Frostfell would be atop it.
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The Bavarian was not stupid.
It did not permit itself or its captain to be blasted to pieces by the unidentifyable dragon that was swooping down on it from nowhere. It winged away from Capricorn and dove, the bullets from Hermeticus missing wide, and the captain commanded his dragon to disengage and come about from another direction. In doing so however, he had to leave Capricorn.
It was then that Æquitas arrived on scene, a fraction of a second too late to intercept the Bavarian, who was by now well on he way away from the little gathering. Rankin had received Jake's radio message, and one of his crew had broken out the signal lamp and was flashing a morse code message to Capricorn and Hermecritus.
"Engage the Main Enemy Formation."
Æquitas would handle the escorts.
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The Swabian never knew what hit him.
Smaller than him, Kunja might have been, but between what Fulminatus had done to him, and what Kunja was preparing to do, the Swabian was simply overwhelmed. Long, bloody gashes were rent in its sides and flanks, one of its remaining crew was gutted, and another one fell gargling blood with a bullet in its throat. Out of position, out of sorts, with no armor and no crew, the dragon panicked, and slashed and spun and bit and turned, but before too much time could go by, the captain shouted something into the Swabian's ear, and the middleweight dragon folded its wings, dove, and fled, as fast as it could, in the general direction of France.
Even injured, it would be a bloody miracle for anyone to catch a fleeing Swabian Lightning Bolt, but it was quite clear this dragon was no longer a threat.
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The Swabian wasn't the only one to call it quits.
Enough bullets flying through the air were liable to hit something important, and one of Judith's random shots had struck the German captain in the leg, while the Bavarian had practically swallowed another, cutting up its mouth and causing it to spit blood out onto the ground below. The captain wanted to continue to fight, already applying a tournequet, but the dragon promptly turned for home, refusing to put its captain in further danger, albeit in much better shape than the Swabian a half mile behind it. Winging away and back towards the distant coast of France, the dragon's captain, out of range of Judith and Jeb, turned back and fired a parting burst from his submachine gun into the air above their heads. It was not meant as an attack. It was meant as a warning not to persue.
And a promise that he would be back.
The Leuchtkaffer was much more agile than both of them, though no faster than Frostfell. No sooner had it spotted Frostfell coming after it, than it turned and bolted, fleeing as fast as it could away from Frostfell. It was not fast enough. Draconic agility was heavily dependant on small size, but outright speed was not, and slowly the Wendigo was overtaking the smaller german, who had to dodge and weave to avoid incoming fire. Behind Frostfell, the Bluejacket was straining every muscle to catch the Canadian snow demon, but injury and body-shape worked against it, and it could not close the distance in time.
The Leuchtkaffer was aiming south, perhaps in the forlorn hopes of getting back to France. It passed underneath a massive cloud bank as it continued to press forward, but soon enough, Frostfell would be atop it.
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The Bavarian was not stupid.
It did not permit itself or its captain to be blasted to pieces by the unidentifyable dragon that was swooping down on it from nowhere. It winged away from Capricorn and dove, the bullets from Hermeticus missing wide, and the captain commanded his dragon to disengage and come about from another direction. In doing so however, he had to leave Capricorn.
It was then that Æquitas arrived on scene, a fraction of a second too late to intercept the Bavarian, who was by now well on he way away from the little gathering. Rankin had received Jake's radio message, and one of his crew had broken out the signal lamp and was flashing a morse code message to Capricorn and Hermecritus.
"Engage the Main Enemy Formation."
Æquitas would handle the escorts.
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The Swabian never knew what hit him.
Smaller than him, Kunja might have been, but between what Fulminatus had done to him, and what Kunja was preparing to do, the Swabian was simply overwhelmed. Long, bloody gashes were rent in its sides and flanks, one of its remaining crew was gutted, and another one fell gargling blood with a bullet in its throat. Out of position, out of sorts, with no armor and no crew, the dragon panicked, and slashed and spun and bit and turned, but before too much time could go by, the captain shouted something into the Swabian's ear, and the middleweight dragon folded its wings, dove, and fled, as fast as it could, in the general direction of France.
Even injured, it would be a bloody miracle for anyone to catch a fleeing Swabian Lightning Bolt, but it was quite clear this dragon was no longer a threat.
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The Swabian wasn't the only one to call it quits.
Enough bullets flying through the air were liable to hit something important, and one of Judith's random shots had struck the German captain in the leg, while the Bavarian had practically swallowed another, cutting up its mouth and causing it to spit blood out onto the ground below. The captain wanted to continue to fight, already applying a tournequet, but the dragon promptly turned for home, refusing to put its captain in further danger, albeit in much better shape than the Swabian a half mile behind it. Winging away and back towards the distant coast of France, the dragon's captain, out of range of Judith and Jeb, turned back and fired a parting burst from his submachine gun into the air above their heads. It was not meant as an attack. It was meant as a warning not to persue.
And a promise that he would be back.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
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Semmemon had been out of the main fight for precious seconds, grappling and tumbling from the sky. Two mediumweights would normally be evenly matched, but in this contest, Semmemnon had some truly lethal advantages.
The Malachites had the secondary nomer 'Reaper' for a reason. Long, flensing claws had found weak points, armour straps, and wings, and ripped furrows.
Semmemnon himself was a veteran, which meant two things: One, he was incredibly skilled, and second, there was alot of aged scars and old wounds that attacking did nothing to.
Finally, the two men on his back were experts in anti-boarding operations. The Vickers roared it's disapproval at any Germans in it's field of fire, while Blackthorne danced lightly when it was safe, sabres slashing at Germans trying to steady themselves long enough to fire.
The Malachites had the secondary nomer 'Reaper' for a reason. Long, flensing claws had found weak points, armour straps, and wings, and ripped furrows.
Semmemnon himself was a veteran, which meant two things: One, he was incredibly skilled, and second, there was alot of aged scars and old wounds that attacking did nothing to.
Finally, the two men on his back were experts in anti-boarding operations. The Vickers roared it's disapproval at any Germans in it's field of fire, while Blackthorne danced lightly when it was safe, sabres slashing at Germans trying to steady themselves long enough to fire.
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The Bluejacket too was a veteran, but nothing even close to a veteran of Semmemnon's age. Slightly larger, slightly stronger, slightly tougher than his british counterpart, in the grapple in question, experience and age counted for more. A rending slice tore one of the midwingmen's stations off of the harness and cast it into the void, the german inside managing to escape his turret and parachute to the ground. Machine gun fire pinned down the boarding crew, and soon enough the captain of the Bluejacket's nerve broke. He blew a shrill whistle, and those germans aboard Sememmnon who could escape, leapt back over to their own dragon. Several germans, wounded or otherwise pinned, could not.
And then the Bluejacket broke the grapple and dove down to nearly treetop height, zooming along and scrambling to regain altitude, in the hopes of rejoining the fight.
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The last remaining unengaged German dragon, a single Aufseher, saw Godfrey coming. Spitfires were easy to spot after all. It did not turn and run, but instead it loomed up and prepared to engage by itself. Slightly larger than Godfrey, though shorter and broader, the two made a decent match physically, but it was not physicality that would matter here. The Aufseher could kill Godfrey outright with a single good hit from its acid. Godfrey meanwhile, while he could not drop the enemy dragon outright, could blind, burn, and otherwise hamper it, as well as exterminate its crew and captain.
Call it an even match.
Special Weapons dragons did not often fight one another alone, without the benefit of squadron support, but the escorts on both sides had been drawn into a melee, and the Kampfritter that SHOULD have been supporting this Aufseher had allowed itself to get entangled by Lydia's attack. And so the Aufseher clawed for altitude as well, intending to use its acid as quickly and as often as possible.
But the acid had to be spat, not breathed, and thus it needed to be above its target to use it effectively.
And then the Bluejacket broke the grapple and dove down to nearly treetop height, zooming along and scrambling to regain altitude, in the hopes of rejoining the fight.
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The last remaining unengaged German dragon, a single Aufseher, saw Godfrey coming. Spitfires were easy to spot after all. It did not turn and run, but instead it loomed up and prepared to engage by itself. Slightly larger than Godfrey, though shorter and broader, the two made a decent match physically, but it was not physicality that would matter here. The Aufseher could kill Godfrey outright with a single good hit from its acid. Godfrey meanwhile, while he could not drop the enemy dragon outright, could blind, burn, and otherwise hamper it, as well as exterminate its crew and captain.
Call it an even match.
Special Weapons dragons did not often fight one another alone, without the benefit of squadron support, but the escorts on both sides had been drawn into a melee, and the Kampfritter that SHOULD have been supporting this Aufseher had allowed itself to get entangled by Lydia's attack. And so the Aufseher clawed for altitude as well, intending to use its acid as quickly and as often as possible.
But the acid had to be spat, not breathed, and thus it needed to be above its target to use it effectively.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
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Judith wasn't worrying about pursuing; she was more'n happy to see the back o' him. She was trying to tie a knot in the bandage on her arm and watch the air at the same time. It wasn't working well. "Dagnabbit!" although, thru the teeth clenched on one end of the bandage, it came out more as a snarl. She finally got it as tight as she was able with one good arm and called it done. "A-reet, Jeb... where's th' flight, and what kin we get inta now."The Swabian wasn't the only one to call it quits.
Enough bullets flying through the air were liable to hit something important, and one of Judith's random shots had struck the German captain in the leg, while the Bavarian had practically swallowed another, cutting up its mouth and causing it to spit blood out onto the ground below. The captain wanted to continue to fight, already applying a tournequet, but the dragon promptly turned for home, refusing to put its captain in further danger, albeit in much better shape than the Swabian a half mile behind it. Winging away and back towards the distant coast of France, the dragon's captain, out of range of Judith and Jeb, turned back and fired a parting burst from his submachine gun into the air above their heads. It was not meant as an attack. It was meant as a warning not to persue.
And a promise that he would be back.
Jeb spat out a glob of the Bavarian's blood like it was chewin' baccy. "Well... we gots ren'fors'mints ... th' biggun flyin' wit' Cap chased off th' second lik' what we fought. Fulmin'us's here... he'd done pullt th' armor off'n one that took off lik' a scald'd cat. Ours jis said fooey on this an' ran... so tha' mak's three gone ... an' Lydia's tryin' ta take th' Specials an them Kampies by her lonesome whil' Frostfell's chasin' 'nother lightweight fer fun. Nah... wait... Ah'm wrong. Godfrey's 'bout ta hit wonno them Affy-whoosits."
Get past the accent, and Jeb was a sharp ol' dragon, with a good eye for what was out there. All the German flight were accounted for. "Wehl... Ah guess we get back ta fightin'," Judith said as she fumbled to put another clip in the tommygun with only one hand.
"Ya sure 'bout tha', Judith?" Jeb asked, winging his way upwards towards the clouds.
"Can't let them hav all th' fun," Judith answered with a devilish grin. "Tak' us up, and let's see iffen we kin get 'nother dive on 'em."
"Yes ma'am!" Wings beat the air, spiraling tightly upwards, aiming for the height to make another rocketing dive that the Smoke Devil breed was infamous for.
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Frostfell dived for the cloud bank, his gunners falling silent as the dragon vanished within the white fog. Frostfell banked away hard, altering his flight path. The lightweight would have to continue fleeing or risk being caught by a lunge from the cloud bank and the medium would have to pursue Frostfell's previous course or risk losing him.
They had other options, of course, but they carried their own consequences. Frostfell wasn't wasting time to find out. He had lured two dragons away from the fray. Now the great wyrm powered through the clouds back towards the fight. His return, minus the two German dragons, should help tilt the balance in the Allied favor.
They had other options, of course, but they carried their own consequences. Frostfell wasn't wasting time to find out. He had lured two dragons away from the fray. Now the great wyrm powered through the clouds back towards the fight. His return, minus the two German dragons, should help tilt the balance in the Allied favor.
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The target had escaped, but Hermeticus had done what they had set out to do, free up their ally from being double teamed.
Thomas was relayed the orders by his signalman, which he then yelled over to Herm's ears, "Pick a target there Herm, we agoin to pot 'em like some crawfish."
Hermeticus chuckled as he looked around, spotting one of the massive, slate grey Kampfritters, and beat his powerful wings towards it. Hermeticus was coming up from behind, and while the element of surprise wasn't going to be much good with it's rear crew, the smaller dragon was more agile and faster than the heavyweight.
Foot and a half long flencing claws were out, ready to slice into flesh and harness, as the two massive gouging horns on it's head was angled down, giving the Longhorn Reaper some small protection to it's head, without cutting it's speed.
Thomas shouted out his orders to the First, who prepped the men. Hermeticus began to climb with only half the distance covered, reaching his apex, then dove down from the rear, not shouting this time, only intending to ram and hurt.
Thomas was relayed the orders by his signalman, which he then yelled over to Herm's ears, "Pick a target there Herm, we agoin to pot 'em like some crawfish."
Hermeticus chuckled as he looked around, spotting one of the massive, slate grey Kampfritters, and beat his powerful wings towards it. Hermeticus was coming up from behind, and while the element of surprise wasn't going to be much good with it's rear crew, the smaller dragon was more agile and faster than the heavyweight.
Foot and a half long flencing claws were out, ready to slice into flesh and harness, as the two massive gouging horns on it's head was angled down, giving the Longhorn Reaper some small protection to it's head, without cutting it's speed.
Thomas shouted out his orders to the First, who prepped the men. Hermeticus began to climb with only half the distance covered, reaching his apex, then dove down from the rear, not shouting this time, only intending to ram and hurt.
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DS's Golden Rule: I am not a bigot, I hate everyone equally. | corollary: Some are more equal than others.
"Then again, Detective....how often have you dreamed of hearing your father's voice once more? Of feeling your mother's touch?" - Ra's Al Ghul
"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
DS's Golden Rule: I am not a bigot, I hate everyone equally. | corollary: Some are more equal than others.
#286
Jake took out the binoculars as the Swabian turned and fled, looked like he wouldn't be getting that capture after all.
"Kunja, looks like one of our specials is going mano-a-mano. Think we should give him some support."
"Absolutely Jake."
Jake loaded a fresh clip into his tommygun as Kunja swiftly climbed to reach Godfrey and the Aufseher, hoping to level out behind the Aufseher without being spotted so they could attack it from behind and get it's attention.
"Kunja, looks like one of our specials is going mano-a-mano. Think we should give him some support."
"Absolutely Jake."
Jake loaded a fresh clip into his tommygun as Kunja swiftly climbed to reach Godfrey and the Aufseher, hoping to level out behind the Aufseher without being spotted so they could attack it from behind and get it's attention.
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"Waldwanderer"Waldwanderer and the Leuchtkaffer he was chasing ducked and wove through the sky after one another, the Leuchtkaffer hampered by its inferiority in altitude, though helped by the fact that it was somewhat faster than the Western Canadian forest dragon. It and its captain had plainly never seen a Bonetail before, but it did not take a stroke of genius to decide against grappling with a beast that held a wrecking-ball in its tail, and so with a whisper from the captain, the Leuchtkaffer dove for cloud cover, intending to lose Waldwanderer in the mist.
Unfortunately the nearest cloud was some distance away and it had to pull sharply out of a dive to get there. It might be possible for Waldwanderer to get a single pass off before the Leuchtkaffer arrived, if the Canadian beast was fast enough.
"Ich sehe ihnen" the dragon replied as he turned to take advantage of the single possibility for a pass and beat his wings with all their strength to make that possibility a reality.
"Walwanderer, du wisst was zu tun"
"Ja" the dragon replied, flexing the muscles in his tail and prapering to use it during the pass. He would bring it around on the other dragon;s face or wings, whichever got closest.
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Semmemnon fought to regain altitude after the grapple, surveying the fight still going on. Those that had strayed from the primary formation were largely engaged, though there went Æquitas, believing himself enough for the escorts by himself. "Foolish boy.. Ready for more?" The dragon spoke to his crew.
"No." Phil said, readjusting his straps and quickly checking his gun.
"It'll have to do." Blackthorne said. "Take us in."
"No." Phil said, readjusting his straps and quickly checking his gun.
"It'll have to do." Blackthorne said. "Take us in."
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Deep within the fog bank, the injured Bluejacket groped blindly for Frostfell, but massive though the dragon was, it had as much chance of discovering him as it did of locating Loch Ness. Bleeding and battered, it soon gave up the fight, retreating upwards towards the open sky. The Leuchtkaffer however had no sooner seen Frostfell plunging into the mists than it turned back and flitted around the periphery of the fog, watching for the enemy dragon to come out.
For Frostfell had indeed drawn both dragons away from the fray, but so had they done the same to him, and unlike Frostfell, these two dragons had a purpose for doing so...
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Far above the dance of dragons below, Jeb was arcing high into the air to prepare for his own counterattack. It wasn't until he and Judith had reached the apex of their flight than they saw what the reason of the dragons far below had been.
Hidden from below by high flying clouds, up above flew the form of a titanic dragon. Fifty feet long at least, colored sky blue with rivulets of grey and ice-color running across it, the massive beast's gaze was fixed below, peering through the clouds that shielded it from view from the ground. Only Jeb's ultra-elevated position allowed him and Judith to see the dragon's head or tail as it stuck up periodically above the clouds. Heavyweight though it was, it wore combat rig, and carried a crew, but no bombs or impediments lay upon it. This was a combat dragon waiting for a moment to strike, and its size and coloration left no doubt as to what it was. The most feared weapon in the German arsenal.
A Jotunmeister.
The Jotun was watching the fray below, but did not see Jeb approaching its height. It had nothing to fear from a single lightweight save discovery, but it feared that. Unfortunately, the Jotun had lookouts aboard, and even more unfortunately, Jotunmeisters tended to have very well-trained crews. A shout, a cry of alarm, and the Jotun and its captain looked up at Jeb and Judith. For one brief instant, the dragon hung there, staring at the tiny American, frozen. And then it opened its mouth and snarled aloud before ducking its head and diving as fast as it could down out of the clouds, paying no attention further to Jeb at all, aiming at the fog bank Frostfell had vanished into, and which was not large enough to totally shield him from view from above, hazy glimpses of a light figure occasionally sticking out.
The dragon's crew fired a burst from their machine guns and 20mm centerpiece at Jeb, but the dragon itself was not hunting lightweights and made no effort to engage Jeb. Its target was below, the Wendigo dragon that had already been sighted along the coasts of England in other locations, which its assistants, the Bluejacket and Leuchtkaffer, had been under orders to draw away from the main fight so that the Jotunmeister could jump it (or whatever other plump target could be found). This done, the Jotunmeister now was making its move, scream diving down at Frostfell, claws extended, a roar ready in its throat for use at the very last minute.
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The bad news was that the Kampfritter's crew saw Hermitcus coming.
The good news was that the dragon decided thereby to ignore Lydia and take Hermeticus on itself, leaving Lydia with only the single Kampfritter to fight.
The bad news was that this left it alone to engage Hermeticus, a dragon it outmassed nearly two to one.
Spinning around and moving off towards the incoming Hermeticus, who was charging towards it like a bull with lowered horns. Unable to climb above Hermeticus before impact, the Kampfritter wheeled around to take the blows of horns and claws to its shoulders and forelegs. The horns rammed through the armor plating and into the dragon's flesh, and the claws sliced through steel like paper and gouged the Kampfritter. The damage was bad, but Kampfritters were built to take it, and for every blow Hermeticus landed, the Kampfritter intended to return one twice as hard. It opened its jaws wide and lunged at Hermeticus' head, biting at the dragon's skull and neck, even as its other foreclaw and hind claws folded around to rake Hermeticus and his crew. Black dragonblood dripped and leaked out towards the ground, but the Kampfritter seemed unimpeded by it, at least for now, and its crew beat at Hermeticus' horns with axes and shotguns even as the dragon ripped into its opponent.
A second or so later however, the odds improved.
There was a scream and a cry from the opposite side of the Kampfritter, and a burst of machine gun bullets, and then something hit the German in the back. It was Fulminatus, who had taken the German's distracted state as an opportunity to sneak in. Slashing and swiping at everything in sight, Fulminatus could not actually do much in the way of damage to the Kampfritter's hindquarters or back, and the dragon was spinning and writhing too much to reach the captain or the neck, but Fulminatus hung on for dear life, hoping to force the dragon or its crew to divert its attention from the Longhorn Reaper long enough to give the Reaper a chance to disengage and end the horrific battering it would no doubt take in a full-blown grapple with a Kampfritter.
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The Aufseher facing Godfrey had achieved altitude and was moving in towards the Spitfire with its acid ready to fly when a lookout spotted Kunja moving up behind. Unfortunately for the Germans, the dragon did precisely the thing it should not have done. It hesitated, unsure if it should continue its attack on Godfrey, or turn on Kunja and beat him out of the air, a task for which it had the weapons and the mass. By hesitating however, it did neither, giving both dragons a free shot at the Aufseher before it could engage.
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The Leuchtkaffer was just barely not fast enough to evade Waldwanderer's stroke. As it flew by, the Canadian beast aimed a blow from its flanged tail at the German's wing. It missed the wing, but instead clobbered the Leuchtkaffer in the hind leg, a blow which was followed by a sickening "CRUNCH", and then a draconic scream.
The dragon screamed and nearly fell out of the air as its leg snapped, and it twisted and writhed and lost nearly a thousand feet of altitude before it managed to reopen its wings. When it did, it clearly had no intention of pursuing the fight, winging its way back to France as fast as it could, though nursing a broken leg.
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Æquitas was already diving after the Bluejacket that had engaged Semmemnon, and Rankin was as surprised as anyone to see Semmemnon following them. "Pull off and get the Specials!" he shouted into his radio, "The specials!" But the words melted before the onrushing wind and the roar of Æquitas, and he doubted he could make himself understood. There was no time for flags now, and both of them were below the specials and heavyweights above by now, so he resolved to make the best of it.
"Signal to cut him off and herd him back towards us," shouted Rankin to his signaler, who flashed the message by signal lamp in Morse code. Here was a chance to actually catch a German middleweight, low on crew, and already a bit hurt, if only they could prevent it from making an end run for France. Æquitas did not have the speed or the position to prevent it by himself. Semmemnon, who still retained more altitude than Æquitas had, did.
For Frostfell had indeed drawn both dragons away from the fray, but so had they done the same to him, and unlike Frostfell, these two dragons had a purpose for doing so...
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Far above the dance of dragons below, Jeb was arcing high into the air to prepare for his own counterattack. It wasn't until he and Judith had reached the apex of their flight than they saw what the reason of the dragons far below had been.
Hidden from below by high flying clouds, up above flew the form of a titanic dragon. Fifty feet long at least, colored sky blue with rivulets of grey and ice-color running across it, the massive beast's gaze was fixed below, peering through the clouds that shielded it from view from the ground. Only Jeb's ultra-elevated position allowed him and Judith to see the dragon's head or tail as it stuck up periodically above the clouds. Heavyweight though it was, it wore combat rig, and carried a crew, but no bombs or impediments lay upon it. This was a combat dragon waiting for a moment to strike, and its size and coloration left no doubt as to what it was. The most feared weapon in the German arsenal.
A Jotunmeister.
The Jotun was watching the fray below, but did not see Jeb approaching its height. It had nothing to fear from a single lightweight save discovery, but it feared that. Unfortunately, the Jotun had lookouts aboard, and even more unfortunately, Jotunmeisters tended to have very well-trained crews. A shout, a cry of alarm, and the Jotun and its captain looked up at Jeb and Judith. For one brief instant, the dragon hung there, staring at the tiny American, frozen. And then it opened its mouth and snarled aloud before ducking its head and diving as fast as it could down out of the clouds, paying no attention further to Jeb at all, aiming at the fog bank Frostfell had vanished into, and which was not large enough to totally shield him from view from above, hazy glimpses of a light figure occasionally sticking out.
The dragon's crew fired a burst from their machine guns and 20mm centerpiece at Jeb, but the dragon itself was not hunting lightweights and made no effort to engage Jeb. Its target was below, the Wendigo dragon that had already been sighted along the coasts of England in other locations, which its assistants, the Bluejacket and Leuchtkaffer, had been under orders to draw away from the main fight so that the Jotunmeister could jump it (or whatever other plump target could be found). This done, the Jotunmeister now was making its move, scream diving down at Frostfell, claws extended, a roar ready in its throat for use at the very last minute.
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The bad news was that the Kampfritter's crew saw Hermitcus coming.
The good news was that the dragon decided thereby to ignore Lydia and take Hermeticus on itself, leaving Lydia with only the single Kampfritter to fight.
The bad news was that this left it alone to engage Hermeticus, a dragon it outmassed nearly two to one.
Spinning around and moving off towards the incoming Hermeticus, who was charging towards it like a bull with lowered horns. Unable to climb above Hermeticus before impact, the Kampfritter wheeled around to take the blows of horns and claws to its shoulders and forelegs. The horns rammed through the armor plating and into the dragon's flesh, and the claws sliced through steel like paper and gouged the Kampfritter. The damage was bad, but Kampfritters were built to take it, and for every blow Hermeticus landed, the Kampfritter intended to return one twice as hard. It opened its jaws wide and lunged at Hermeticus' head, biting at the dragon's skull and neck, even as its other foreclaw and hind claws folded around to rake Hermeticus and his crew. Black dragonblood dripped and leaked out towards the ground, but the Kampfritter seemed unimpeded by it, at least for now, and its crew beat at Hermeticus' horns with axes and shotguns even as the dragon ripped into its opponent.
A second or so later however, the odds improved.
There was a scream and a cry from the opposite side of the Kampfritter, and a burst of machine gun bullets, and then something hit the German in the back. It was Fulminatus, who had taken the German's distracted state as an opportunity to sneak in. Slashing and swiping at everything in sight, Fulminatus could not actually do much in the way of damage to the Kampfritter's hindquarters or back, and the dragon was spinning and writhing too much to reach the captain or the neck, but Fulminatus hung on for dear life, hoping to force the dragon or its crew to divert its attention from the Longhorn Reaper long enough to give the Reaper a chance to disengage and end the horrific battering it would no doubt take in a full-blown grapple with a Kampfritter.
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The Aufseher facing Godfrey had achieved altitude and was moving in towards the Spitfire with its acid ready to fly when a lookout spotted Kunja moving up behind. Unfortunately for the Germans, the dragon did precisely the thing it should not have done. It hesitated, unsure if it should continue its attack on Godfrey, or turn on Kunja and beat him out of the air, a task for which it had the weapons and the mass. By hesitating however, it did neither, giving both dragons a free shot at the Aufseher before it could engage.
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The Leuchtkaffer was just barely not fast enough to evade Waldwanderer's stroke. As it flew by, the Canadian beast aimed a blow from its flanged tail at the German's wing. It missed the wing, but instead clobbered the Leuchtkaffer in the hind leg, a blow which was followed by a sickening "CRUNCH", and then a draconic scream.
The dragon screamed and nearly fell out of the air as its leg snapped, and it twisted and writhed and lost nearly a thousand feet of altitude before it managed to reopen its wings. When it did, it clearly had no intention of pursuing the fight, winging its way back to France as fast as it could, though nursing a broken leg.
*----------------------------------------------------*
Æquitas was already diving after the Bluejacket that had engaged Semmemnon, and Rankin was as surprised as anyone to see Semmemnon following them. "Pull off and get the Specials!" he shouted into his radio, "The specials!" But the words melted before the onrushing wind and the roar of Æquitas, and he doubted he could make himself understood. There was no time for flags now, and both of them were below the specials and heavyweights above by now, so he resolved to make the best of it.
"Signal to cut him off and herd him back towards us," shouted Rankin to his signaler, who flashed the message by signal lamp in Morse code. Here was a chance to actually catch a German middleweight, low on crew, and already a bit hurt, if only they could prevent it from making an end run for France. Æquitas did not have the speed or the position to prevent it by himself. Semmemnon, who still retained more altitude than Æquitas had, did.
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Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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#290
Lydia was in a complete dive, arrowing in on the Kampfritter. Paul gave his directions and she altered her dive path just a bit. Meanwhile the crew fired such shots has they could take without running to great of a risk of hitting their own. Mostly they concenrated on Lydia's target.
She twisted at the last moment bringing all four limbs up to rake the Kampkritter's side and snarled.
She twisted at the last moment bringing all four limbs up to rake the Kampkritter's side and snarled.
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"... hoooleey...." Judith whispered, staring at the behemoth, even as Jeb muttered a much stronger curse.Hidden from below by high flying clouds, up above flew the form of a titanic dragon. Fifty feet long at least, colored sky blue with rivulets of grey and ice-color running across it, the massive beast's gaze was fixed below, peering through the clouds that shielded it from view from the ground. Only Jeb's ultra-elevated position allowed him and Judith to see the dragon's head or tail as it stuck up periodically above the clouds. Heavyweight though it was, it wore combat rig, and carried a crew, but no bombs or impediments lay upon it. This was a combat dragon waiting for a moment to strike, and its size and coloration left no doubt as to what it was. The most feared weapon in the German arsenal.
A Jotunmeister.
One word went through Judith's mind at that moment. Sheeeeeeeeeeeet!The Jotun was watching the fray below, but did not see Jeb approaching its height. It had nothing to fear from a single lightweight save discovery, but it feared that. Unfortunately, the Jotun had lookouts aboard, and even more unfortunately, Jotunmeisters tended to have very well-trained crews. A shout, a cry of alarm, and the Jotun and its captain looked up at Jeb and Judith. For one brief instant, the dragon hung there, staring at the tiny American, frozen.
Judith grabbed for the mike. "FROSTFELL! AMBUSH ABOVE YOU!!" Even as his pilot screamed out the warning, Jebediah was forced to sacrifice some of his height as he barrel-rolled out of the line of 20mm fire sprayed in his direction. As he righted himself, thankfully uninjured by the Jotun's warning shot, Judith slapped his neck. "We gotta get down an' help Frostfell!"And then it opened its mouth and snarled aloud before ducking its head and diving as fast as it could down out of the clouds, paying no attention further to Jeb at all, aiming at the fog bank Frostfell had vanished into, and which was not large enough to totally shield him from view from above, hazy glimpses of a light figure occasionally sticking out.
The dragon's crew fired a burst from their machine guns and 20mm centerpiece at Jeb, but the dragon itself was not hunting lightweights and made no effort to engage Jeb.
"Whadda want *me* ta do 'bout it?" Jeb answered in shock. "Lookit th' size o' 'em!"
"We'll hit 'em like we did th' other one! Climb up his back an' take 'em out!" Judith pressed, confident in her abilities and those of her dragon.
Her dragon was a lot smarter. "An' have him or Frostfell squish me?! What in Tarnation are ya thinkin' girl! There's no way on God's Green Earth Ah'm a-gettin' close ta that 'un!"
"But... but we gotta do som'thin, Jeb!"
"Ayep.. we do...," Jeb answered, his steady wingbeat regaining the height he'd lost in dodging the gunfire. "An' Ah see me one o' them Auffy-whosits lookin' like a frog not knowin' where ta jump, cause he's got Kunta an' Godfrey both on 'em. So, he's a lookin' a' them, an' not lookin' a us."
"Where's th' other one?" Judith asked, looking down and around.
"Ya wantin' ta hit that aone, then?" Jeb said, looking around for it, and seeing it trying to get some height to help out the two Kampy's under attack. It may never see him coming, since it was looking to draw a bead on Lydia.
"Well... can't have 'em spitting down on our boys now can we?" Judith replied, ignoring the pain in her arm that was slowly starting to beat its way through the adrenaline. " 'Sides, they spit down, right? We're comin' from 'bove, an' Ah'm athinkin' ya kin catch 'em like ya do a cliff face dive, and they'd ne'r know wha' hit 'em."
Jebediah eyed the free Aufseher, plotting the most likely intercept more by instinct and years of practice than by thought, and nodded. "Hang onta yer bloomers, lil girl... we're goin' Cliff-divin'."
Once again, like a peregrine falcon stooping on a pigeon, the BlueDevil furled his wings and fell from the sky with front claws leading, aiming for the back of the unsuspecting Aufseher.
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#292
Richard winced as he heard that scream, that horrible scream. Dragon's were not beasts to him, they may as well be people. But it was necessary, and he girded his heart with bands of cold iron and patted his friend on the neck "Gute arbeit mein freund"
"Danke" replied the dragon, then they both heard a very human scream, something to Frosfell, something about an Ambush, and they both looked up to see Jeb doving out of the way of gun fire, and a huge...
"Mein Gott im himmel" muttered Richard.
"Frostfell, Jotunmeister above you" he said into the radio. it was all he could do before he started looking for a new target and there it was. A free aufseher. And it wouldnt be free for long. Jeb was moving to intercept
"They dont miss a beat" Richard said in english
"It is larger than Jeb, we will need to assist" and Waldwanderer came about
"Agreed"
Jeb looked like he was ready to dive
"They will force it down either when they hit or if it evades, can you intercept?"
"JA"
And Waldwanderer calculated an intercept course in his head. He should be able to hit it as it drops if he is fast enough. If Jeb didnt hit though he would be fast enough to avoid getting in range of the thing's acid... maybe
"Danke" replied the dragon, then they both heard a very human scream, something to Frosfell, something about an Ambush, and they both looked up to see Jeb doving out of the way of gun fire, and a huge...
"Mein Gott im himmel" muttered Richard.
"Frostfell, Jotunmeister above you" he said into the radio. it was all he could do before he started looking for a new target and there it was. A free aufseher. And it wouldnt be free for long. Jeb was moving to intercept
"They dont miss a beat" Richard said in english
"It is larger than Jeb, we will need to assist" and Waldwanderer came about
"Agreed"
Jeb looked like he was ready to dive
"They will force it down either when they hit or if it evades, can you intercept?"
"JA"
And Waldwanderer calculated an intercept course in his head. He should be able to hit it as it drops if he is fast enough. If Jeb didnt hit though he would be fast enough to avoid getting in range of the thing's acid... maybe
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There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
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There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
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Hermeticus roared in pain, working his head back, twisting the horns in the flesh it so easily penetrated, causing even more damage as it went, yanking them out just before the Kamp could latch on with it's claws. Blood welled up from multiple gouges deep in his sides. Hermeticus' own claws were ripping and slicing, working on the Kamp's harness straps, even as it's crew was opening fire and dodging the incoming claws and bullets.The bad news was that the Kampfritter's crew saw Hermitcus coming.
The good news was that the dragon decided thereby to ignore Lydia and take Hermeticus on itself, leaving Lydia with only the single Kampfritter to fight.
The bad news was that this left it alone to engage Hermeticus, a dragon it outmassed nearly two to one.
Spinning around and moving off towards the incoming Hermeticus, who was charging towards it like a bull with lowered horns. Unable to climb above Hermeticus before impact, the Kampfritter wheeled around to take the blows of horns and claws to its shoulders and forelegs. The horns rammed through the armor plating and into the dragon's flesh, and the claws sliced through steel like paper and gouged the Kampfritter. The damage was bad, but Kampfritters were built to take it, and for every blow Hermeticus landed, the Kampfritter intended to return one twice as hard. It opened its jaws wide and lunged at Hermeticus' head, biting at the dragon's skull and neck, even as its other foreclaw and hind claws folded around to rake Hermeticus and his crew. Black dragonblood dripped and leaked out towards the ground, but the Kampfritter seemed unimpeded by it, at least for now, and its crew beat at Hermeticus' horns with axes and shotguns even as the dragon ripped into its opponent.
A second or so later however, the odds improved.
There was a scream and a cry from the opposite side of the Kampfritter, and a burst of machine gun bullets, and then something hit the German in the back. It was Fulminatus, who had taken the German's distracted state as an opportunity to sneak in. Slashing and swiping at everything in sight, Fulminatus could not actually do much in the way of damage to the Kampfritter's hindquarters or back, and the dragon was spinning and writhing too much to reach the captain or the neck, but Fulminatus hung on for dear life, hoping to force the dragon or its crew to divert its attention from the Longhorn Reaper long enough to give the Reaper a chance to disengage and end the horrific battering it would no doubt take in a full-blown grapple with a Kampfritter.
Fulminatus evened the odds, even as Hermeticus was losing the fight he picked, Thomas was holding as best he could in the saddle, the m1911 held in hand and picking his own shots. He was lining up a shot on a approaching German crewman, when the Longhorn managed to break away from the Kamp, wings beating hard to pull them up and away, blood falling away in a light drizzle along it's sides.
As if in spite, Thomas pulled the gernade from the bandolier at his waist, pulling the pin with his teeth, and hurling it down at the German heavyweight.
"Pique Twa!" Thomas shouted, as he holstered the pistol, and looked over his shoulder to his crew.
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"Then again, Detective....how often have you dreamed of hearing your father's voice once more? Of feeling your mother's touch?" - Ra's Al Ghul
"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
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The Leuchtkaffer was out of luck as Frostfell exit the cloud at a different point, slipping passed the German dragon as the Wendigo headed back towards the fray after having drawn the two German dragons away. His return would decide the matter in the Allies favor.
Humans are not in the habit of checking above them, but Nathan had the benefit of hard won experience in the Great war to always check above him. "Jotun!" he shouted.
Frostfell banked rapidly, but that wouldn't help him elude the diving Jotun. Only one thing would. He dived.
Humans are not in the habit of checking above them, but Nathan had the benefit of hard won experience in the Great war to always check above him. "Jotun!" he shouted.
Frostfell banked rapidly, but that wouldn't help him elude the diving Jotun. Only one thing would. He dived.
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Jack yelled into Godfrey's ear, "Go up then swing around when we're close enough." Jack said.
The german beast was closing, it was coming from a higher altitude and was heading for him. Jack saw it turns it's head, seemingly like it was going to change direction. They were closer and closer. "NOW!" Jack called out when the beasts were almost ready to hit each other.
Godfrey beats his wings hard, forcing himself near vertical, his speed dropping as he gained altitude above the jerry. Suddenly, Godfrey spun in the air on his side, his head now pointed at the Aufseher. Flame lept from the Spitfire's mouth, heading straight for the crew on the dragons back, as Jack fired his Thompson at them.
The german beast was closing, it was coming from a higher altitude and was heading for him. Jack saw it turns it's head, seemingly like it was going to change direction. They were closer and closer. "NOW!" Jack called out when the beasts were almost ready to hit each other.
Godfrey beats his wings hard, forcing himself near vertical, his speed dropping as he gained altitude above the jerry. Suddenly, Godfrey spun in the air on his side, his head now pointed at the Aufseher. Flame lept from the Spitfire's mouth, heading straight for the crew on the dragons back, as Jack fired his Thompson at them.
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#296
Jake and Kunja waited until it was clear what the spitfire was doing before they moved themselves. As Godfrey closed in on the German spitter the Victorian turned sharply going into a near vertical to gain as much altitude as possible. As Godfrey made his sharp turn upwards Kunja's ascent stalled and the very large lightweight flipped so he was facing down, directly above the Aufseher. The fire from Godfrey's blast leapt forward, aiming to strike the Aufseher's back and clean out the crew, Jake was too caught up in the moment to think about how foolish what he was doing was.
Right behind the fireball dropped the several ton Victorian. If the fire of the Spitfire did deal with the Aufseher's armor like it should, Kunja would bullet past the special, aiming to cut it across the neck, or at least spook it enough that it would waste a shot on him and give Godfrey another clean shot.
Jake leaned hard against the neck of Kunja as he felt the blast of heat rush over him and under the layers of clothing he had on he screamed "Yaaahhhhooooo!!!"
Right behind the fireball dropped the several ton Victorian. If the fire of the Spitfire did deal with the Aufseher's armor like it should, Kunja would bullet past the special, aiming to cut it across the neck, or at least spook it enough that it would waste a shot on him and give Godfrey another clean shot.
Jake leaned hard against the neck of Kunja as he felt the blast of heat rush over him and under the layers of clothing he had on he screamed "Yaaahhhhooooo!!!"
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The Bluejacket was all but herded into Semmemon's dive, as the Reaper sought to land claws-first on the escaping dragon. Blackthorne just held on for those horrible moments of the dive, as Phil waited for the chance to get a shot off. But from the back, there was no opportunity yet, as the old Malachite had seen the signal and decided that claws-down was the best way to 'land' on a Bluejacket.
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#298
Lydia shot past the Kampfritter like a meteor, but the Kampfritter's captain had spotted the course change and had shouted some inaudible signal to his dragon. Accordingly, as Lydia dove past, slashing at the armor and harness of the German beast, drawing blood, the Kampfritter reached out with both foreclaws and a hindclaw to grab at the diving dragon.
Of course not even a Kampfritter could actually arrest a Nebraskan Amberback in a full dive. Indeed, that was not its goal. Instead it latched onto the dragon's armor and harness and used the Amberback's own momentum to fold over into its own dive, coming down on top of the diving dragon and slashing and ripping with its claws, aiming to use its own weight to drive the American dragon down into the ground like a pile driver.
Of course in DOING that, it had completely spoiled the shot of the Aufseher behind it, but then the Aufseher suddenly had bigger problems...
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Waldwanderer's plan lacked one crucial aspect. Jeb's attack might not force the Aufseher down.
Special weapons dragons did not tend to mix it up in melee combat, whenever they could avoid it that was. That being said however, an Aufseher was still the size of a good sized middleweight, and carried a crew to boot, so a single attack, even a diving attack, by a lone Smoke Devil, was not quite the mortal threat it would have been to a Tasmanian Venomspitter or a Flamme-de-Gloire.
Not to say that it was pleasant.
The topgunner spotted Jeb, but the angles were all wrong for anything but a deflection shot, and Jeb shot past his angle of attack and came down right onto the Aufseher's back. The German beast gave out a surprised cry and immediately jackknifed and twisted to try and fling the lightweight off of him, to no apparent effect. The impact however had not materially forced the dragon down much yet, so Waldwanderer's intercept course wound up short.
And consequently, two very bad things happened.
The first was that the dragon's crew lept to the attack. Dragons did not often board other dragons, but for the case of it happening, the crews had trained extensively to deal with it. Several crewmembers threw weighted nets at Jeb and Judith, while others picked up shotguns or tried to re-orient the harness machine guns towards the smaller dragon. Most worrysome however was one crewmember who had a large tank strapped to his back and connected to a hose. A 'Flammenwerfer'. A flamethrower.
The second thing was that, in attempting to intercept the Aufseher's head, Waldwanderer had placed himself in a position that a veteran dragon would never have done, that is to say directly beneath the firing cone of the Aufseher's deadly breath weapon. Distracted or not by the chaos on its back, the dragon still obeyed its captain, and unhesitatingly spat a barrage of sickly green hydrofluorocarbonic acid at the Northwestern Bonetail.
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The other Aufseher was in much worse straights.
The dragon managed, barely, to execute a half-roll and take the fire on its flank rather than its back. This was not enough for four german crewmen, who were incinerated where they hung. Worse yet, the harness, made of leather and steel, quickly caught fire. The flames could not, by themselves, to more than scorch the dragon's side, but a burning harness certainly could. And then to make things worse, Kunja simply materialized out of nowhere, passing right through the smoke cloud like a flame demon, and slammed into the Aufseher's head. The dragon's reflexive spit in self-defence went wide of both marks, and passed harmlessly fifty feet behind Kunja and not even in the same direction as Godfrey.
And then something wholly terrible happened.
The dragon had bucked, just momentarily, when its harness caught fire, a reflexive action that caused it to tuck its head down over its exposed neck. This normally would not have mattered at all, save that Kunja had made the dragon's neck his target, and was coming out of a cloud of flame and smoke without being able to see its target in anything more than a hazy outline until the last second. And so it happened that instead of slashing the side of the dragon's neck, as planned, Kunja's claw wound up striking the German dragon's captain square in the crown of the head.
And killed him instantly.
There was a terrible pause, a hesitation as the Aufseher's eyes went wide with fear, having felt the impact of the blow, but not the blow itself. Its wings failed to catch the air, skipping a beat, its head jerked up, around, trying to see what was happening. It mouthed words in German, addressing them clearly to its captain, frantic, desperate words, trying to figure out why its captain had just gone limp, why its captain no longer gave it commands...
... and then the realization sank in, and the Aufseher went absolutely mad.
Wafting over the battlefield, a sound so terrible and keening as to make the hearts of dragons and men freeze, came a roar, a roar of anguish and pain and terror unlike any that man or beast or sane dragon could produce. The Aufseher roared, screamed, beat the air with its wings, twisted and writhed and flung itself left and right in anguish and horror, screaming in a combination of German mixed with feral, draconic sounds from before the dawn of time. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, British or German, hesitated. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, felt for their captain's re-assuring touch on the side of their neck. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, forgot the war, and thought of their captain, and had to re-assure themselves that he or she was still alive and all right. All that is but one, who had no captain upon him, and who hesitated anyhow, feeling for something that was not there, and never would be.
The Aufseher's crew, those that remained alive, did not hesitate. One and all, they leapt from their dragon into the bright blue sky, parachuting down to the hostile country below, choosing captivity and defeat over being shackled to the rampaging monster that was now unleashed. The Aufseher took no notice of them, no notice of Godfrey, no notice of anything.
Save one dragon.
With a scream, a biting, savage scream that defied acoustics and seemed to crack the air like a bolt of lightning, the Aufseher dove after Kunja. Acid dripped from its jaws like gore, singing its scales and mouth, but it cared not, and it spat, and spat, and spat again, roaring and screaming, a whirling, frenetic monstrosity of death and devastation conjured up from the bowels of a fevered nightmare. It had no thought in its mind save to catch Kunja and to tear him to shreds, to pound his bones to jelly, to melt his flesh in his acid-scarred teeth, and to taste his blood on his tongue. Incandescent with fury and rage, the Aufseher ignored everything else, in a sky that, for it, contained nothing but its target.
And it would move heaven and earth to find it.
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The Bluejacket in Semmemnon's claws writhed and snapped and slashed with its tail, but had no leverage point with which to fight. Still it tried to wrench away, and to fight on, even after Æquitas had joined Semmemnon in laying into it from another direction.
And then came the sound.
The Bluejacket's writhing stopped, momentarily. So did Æquitas' slashes. Rankin felt Æquitas go completely tense, as though frozen like a statue, heard the enormous Malachite Reaper catch its breath, felt it hesitate as he had never felt it do so before.
"Michael..." said the dragon, in a horrified, hollow voice, and Rankin could do nothing except lean forward and pat the enormous neck, and slowly feel the combat veteran begin to relax, begin to return to normal. Rankin glanced to his right, and saw the German captain aboard the Bluejacket doing the exact same thing, as the Bluejacket, forgetting momentarily that it was under attack by two different midweights, had stopped fighting to assure itself that its captain was all right.
Rankin, who for his part never wished to hear a sound that horrifically keening, that woeful, that hopeless EVER again, made a snap judgment.
"AWAY ALL BOARDERS!"
Instantly, half a dozen of his crew, including his first officer, leapt across onto the back of the Prussian Bluejacket, where they commenced a brisk firefight with the reduced remnants of the Bluejacket's crew. Rankin was out of position to signal anything to Semmemnon, and his radio had been smashed by an errant bullet, but he hoped that Semmemnon or his crew would have enough sense to support the boarding attack.
And to be frank, if they could get through this battle without hearing THAT sound again... he would consider it a victory of its own. Not that he intended to hold his fire should the situation call for it.
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The only dragon that did not appear to hesitate at the sound of the dead captain was the Jotunmeister bearing down on Frostfell, and this only because it was in mid-dive, and physically unable to stop itself. Still it clearly missed a wingbeat, not that this slowed it any.
The Jotunmeister roared, a broad, deep-throated roar that dispensed with the lingering sound of the anguished Aufseher's scream, and it broadened its wings and beat the air with them, following Frostfell into his dive. The white demon of the Canadas would eventually run out of room in which to dive, and then the Jotunmeister would have him, for there was no other dragon nearby that could challenge one such as he.
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Hermeticus had certainly done the best expectable from a mid-weight engaging a heavy, but he was still a midweight, and the Kampfritter still a heavy. Fulminatus' interference notwithstanding, the Kampfritter had already come about to persue Hermeticus, ignoring the hand grenade which exploded uselessly several hundred feet below. It was then that it hesitated at the sound of the Aufseher. In doing so its wings skipped a beat, and it lost its chance to grab Hermeticus' fleeing form, floating about in a daze that could have been fatal had a heavyweight been on-hand to deal with it. There was not. There was only Fulminatus, who himself had hesitated at the sound, for no dragon could train itself enough to do otherwise (persistent rumors about the Crimson Angels notwithstanding). The Kampfritter took longer to recover, but by then Fulminatus too was out of position, and the entire fight had broken up.
Fulminatus found himself alone in the air and presented with a wealth of targets. He made a snap decision. The most dangerous thing in the air right now was not the Jotunmeister, for all its glory and power, it was the mad-driven Aufseher. But that one was diving now at a speed Fulminatus could not match, away from him in pursuit of Kunja. Accordingly, Fulminatus banked and turned back around towards the other Aufseher, a dragon which was still alive and in control of its wits, and under attack by a pair of British lightweights. Extremely skilled lightweights could have managed it, but these two were rookies in the skies, and one had unfortunately managed to place itself in harm's way. There was nothing to be done for that but to proceed against it, and Fulminatus came about, scrambled for altitude, and made straight for the Aufseher's side.
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Capricorn was practically a wreck, not from injuries, but from the sound of the stricken Aufseher. He craned his neck around uncontrollably, nearly falling out of the sky, so desperate was he to ensure that his captain was alive and well, and for several moments, nothing Captain Kelly could do would stem his desperation and fear. It was with great difficulty that Captain Kelly managed to bring Cap back under control, but when he did, he unhesitatingly flew towards the most oblivious and highest profile target, the maddened Aufseher that was chasing Kunja. Even at best speed though, he could not get there immediately. Kunja and Godfrey would have to do their best.
Of course not even a Kampfritter could actually arrest a Nebraskan Amberback in a full dive. Indeed, that was not its goal. Instead it latched onto the dragon's armor and harness and used the Amberback's own momentum to fold over into its own dive, coming down on top of the diving dragon and slashing and ripping with its claws, aiming to use its own weight to drive the American dragon down into the ground like a pile driver.
Of course in DOING that, it had completely spoiled the shot of the Aufseher behind it, but then the Aufseher suddenly had bigger problems...
*-----------------------------------------------------------*
Waldwanderer's plan lacked one crucial aspect. Jeb's attack might not force the Aufseher down.
Special weapons dragons did not tend to mix it up in melee combat, whenever they could avoid it that was. That being said however, an Aufseher was still the size of a good sized middleweight, and carried a crew to boot, so a single attack, even a diving attack, by a lone Smoke Devil, was not quite the mortal threat it would have been to a Tasmanian Venomspitter or a Flamme-de-Gloire.
Not to say that it was pleasant.
The topgunner spotted Jeb, but the angles were all wrong for anything but a deflection shot, and Jeb shot past his angle of attack and came down right onto the Aufseher's back. The German beast gave out a surprised cry and immediately jackknifed and twisted to try and fling the lightweight off of him, to no apparent effect. The impact however had not materially forced the dragon down much yet, so Waldwanderer's intercept course wound up short.
And consequently, two very bad things happened.
The first was that the dragon's crew lept to the attack. Dragons did not often board other dragons, but for the case of it happening, the crews had trained extensively to deal with it. Several crewmembers threw weighted nets at Jeb and Judith, while others picked up shotguns or tried to re-orient the harness machine guns towards the smaller dragon. Most worrysome however was one crewmember who had a large tank strapped to his back and connected to a hose. A 'Flammenwerfer'. A flamethrower.
The second thing was that, in attempting to intercept the Aufseher's head, Waldwanderer had placed himself in a position that a veteran dragon would never have done, that is to say directly beneath the firing cone of the Aufseher's deadly breath weapon. Distracted or not by the chaos on its back, the dragon still obeyed its captain, and unhesitatingly spat a barrage of sickly green hydrofluorocarbonic acid at the Northwestern Bonetail.
*-------------------------------------------------------*
The other Aufseher was in much worse straights.
The dragon managed, barely, to execute a half-roll and take the fire on its flank rather than its back. This was not enough for four german crewmen, who were incinerated where they hung. Worse yet, the harness, made of leather and steel, quickly caught fire. The flames could not, by themselves, to more than scorch the dragon's side, but a burning harness certainly could. And then to make things worse, Kunja simply materialized out of nowhere, passing right through the smoke cloud like a flame demon, and slammed into the Aufseher's head. The dragon's reflexive spit in self-defence went wide of both marks, and passed harmlessly fifty feet behind Kunja and not even in the same direction as Godfrey.
And then something wholly terrible happened.
The dragon had bucked, just momentarily, when its harness caught fire, a reflexive action that caused it to tuck its head down over its exposed neck. This normally would not have mattered at all, save that Kunja had made the dragon's neck his target, and was coming out of a cloud of flame and smoke without being able to see its target in anything more than a hazy outline until the last second. And so it happened that instead of slashing the side of the dragon's neck, as planned, Kunja's claw wound up striking the German dragon's captain square in the crown of the head.
And killed him instantly.
There was a terrible pause, a hesitation as the Aufseher's eyes went wide with fear, having felt the impact of the blow, but not the blow itself. Its wings failed to catch the air, skipping a beat, its head jerked up, around, trying to see what was happening. It mouthed words in German, addressing them clearly to its captain, frantic, desperate words, trying to figure out why its captain had just gone limp, why its captain no longer gave it commands...
... and then the realization sank in, and the Aufseher went absolutely mad.
Wafting over the battlefield, a sound so terrible and keening as to make the hearts of dragons and men freeze, came a roar, a roar of anguish and pain and terror unlike any that man or beast or sane dragon could produce. The Aufseher roared, screamed, beat the air with its wings, twisted and writhed and flung itself left and right in anguish and horror, screaming in a combination of German mixed with feral, draconic sounds from before the dawn of time. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, British or German, hesitated. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, felt for their captain's re-assuring touch on the side of their neck. For a brief instant, every dragon in the air, forgot the war, and thought of their captain, and had to re-assure themselves that he or she was still alive and all right. All that is but one, who had no captain upon him, and who hesitated anyhow, feeling for something that was not there, and never would be.
The Aufseher's crew, those that remained alive, did not hesitate. One and all, they leapt from their dragon into the bright blue sky, parachuting down to the hostile country below, choosing captivity and defeat over being shackled to the rampaging monster that was now unleashed. The Aufseher took no notice of them, no notice of Godfrey, no notice of anything.
Save one dragon.
With a scream, a biting, savage scream that defied acoustics and seemed to crack the air like a bolt of lightning, the Aufseher dove after Kunja. Acid dripped from its jaws like gore, singing its scales and mouth, but it cared not, and it spat, and spat, and spat again, roaring and screaming, a whirling, frenetic monstrosity of death and devastation conjured up from the bowels of a fevered nightmare. It had no thought in its mind save to catch Kunja and to tear him to shreds, to pound his bones to jelly, to melt his flesh in his acid-scarred teeth, and to taste his blood on his tongue. Incandescent with fury and rage, the Aufseher ignored everything else, in a sky that, for it, contained nothing but its target.
And it would move heaven and earth to find it.
*----------------------------------------------*
The Bluejacket in Semmemnon's claws writhed and snapped and slashed with its tail, but had no leverage point with which to fight. Still it tried to wrench away, and to fight on, even after Æquitas had joined Semmemnon in laying into it from another direction.
And then came the sound.
The Bluejacket's writhing stopped, momentarily. So did Æquitas' slashes. Rankin felt Æquitas go completely tense, as though frozen like a statue, heard the enormous Malachite Reaper catch its breath, felt it hesitate as he had never felt it do so before.
"Michael..." said the dragon, in a horrified, hollow voice, and Rankin could do nothing except lean forward and pat the enormous neck, and slowly feel the combat veteran begin to relax, begin to return to normal. Rankin glanced to his right, and saw the German captain aboard the Bluejacket doing the exact same thing, as the Bluejacket, forgetting momentarily that it was under attack by two different midweights, had stopped fighting to assure itself that its captain was all right.
Rankin, who for his part never wished to hear a sound that horrifically keening, that woeful, that hopeless EVER again, made a snap judgment.
"AWAY ALL BOARDERS!"
Instantly, half a dozen of his crew, including his first officer, leapt across onto the back of the Prussian Bluejacket, where they commenced a brisk firefight with the reduced remnants of the Bluejacket's crew. Rankin was out of position to signal anything to Semmemnon, and his radio had been smashed by an errant bullet, but he hoped that Semmemnon or his crew would have enough sense to support the boarding attack.
And to be frank, if they could get through this battle without hearing THAT sound again... he would consider it a victory of its own. Not that he intended to hold his fire should the situation call for it.
*-------------------------------------------------*
The only dragon that did not appear to hesitate at the sound of the dead captain was the Jotunmeister bearing down on Frostfell, and this only because it was in mid-dive, and physically unable to stop itself. Still it clearly missed a wingbeat, not that this slowed it any.
The Jotunmeister roared, a broad, deep-throated roar that dispensed with the lingering sound of the anguished Aufseher's scream, and it broadened its wings and beat the air with them, following Frostfell into his dive. The white demon of the Canadas would eventually run out of room in which to dive, and then the Jotunmeister would have him, for there was no other dragon nearby that could challenge one such as he.
*-------------------------------------------------*
Hermeticus had certainly done the best expectable from a mid-weight engaging a heavy, but he was still a midweight, and the Kampfritter still a heavy. Fulminatus' interference notwithstanding, the Kampfritter had already come about to persue Hermeticus, ignoring the hand grenade which exploded uselessly several hundred feet below. It was then that it hesitated at the sound of the Aufseher. In doing so its wings skipped a beat, and it lost its chance to grab Hermeticus' fleeing form, floating about in a daze that could have been fatal had a heavyweight been on-hand to deal with it. There was not. There was only Fulminatus, who himself had hesitated at the sound, for no dragon could train itself enough to do otherwise (persistent rumors about the Crimson Angels notwithstanding). The Kampfritter took longer to recover, but by then Fulminatus too was out of position, and the entire fight had broken up.
Fulminatus found himself alone in the air and presented with a wealth of targets. He made a snap decision. The most dangerous thing in the air right now was not the Jotunmeister, for all its glory and power, it was the mad-driven Aufseher. But that one was diving now at a speed Fulminatus could not match, away from him in pursuit of Kunja. Accordingly, Fulminatus banked and turned back around towards the other Aufseher, a dragon which was still alive and in control of its wits, and under attack by a pair of British lightweights. Extremely skilled lightweights could have managed it, but these two were rookies in the skies, and one had unfortunately managed to place itself in harm's way. There was nothing to be done for that but to proceed against it, and Fulminatus came about, scrambled for altitude, and made straight for the Aufseher's side.
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Capricorn was practically a wreck, not from injuries, but from the sound of the stricken Aufseher. He craned his neck around uncontrollably, nearly falling out of the sky, so desperate was he to ensure that his captain was alive and well, and for several moments, nothing Captain Kelly could do would stem his desperation and fear. It was with great difficulty that Captain Kelly managed to bring Cap back under control, but when he did, he unhesitatingly flew towards the most oblivious and highest profile target, the maddened Aufseher that was chasing Kunja. Even at best speed though, he could not get there immediately. Kunja and Godfrey would have to do their best.
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#299
The roar ran cold down Thomas' spine and his blood seemed like ice water. Having be raised around dragons all his life, to having tended them and come to know them in his short life.... he felt genuine sorrow and pity for the dragon which made the cry.
He patted and stroked Hermeticus' neckscales even as the great wyrm issued his own, keening cry in response, though the Reaper didn't lose but a single beat of his wings. The rear machine gun turrent was opening fire upon the Kampfritter which was falling behind them, keeping the heavyweight back, as the medic tended to the wounds upon the more easily accessable sides and back.
"There there old friend," Thomas said soothingly to Hermeticus, "Can you still fight? Then let's get back into this...our allies need help, find the dragon who roared, and go after him."
Hermeticus keened slightly, as he nodded his head, the deep voice resonate as he spoke, "Found him!"
A twist of the massive fifteen ton body, and several beats of the great wings had the Longhorn Reaper oriented towards the maddened Aufseher. "Full speed!" Thomas shouted, "He trusted Hermeticus to know to come in high and above the acid-spitter, let the riflemen in the belly net clear off the top before making a gorging dive. Still, the German dragon was distant, and already in their dive. Herm would have to climb up, then dive back down, all the while losing precious time. He only hoped whoever was in that beasts path would be alright.
He patted and stroked Hermeticus' neckscales even as the great wyrm issued his own, keening cry in response, though the Reaper didn't lose but a single beat of his wings. The rear machine gun turrent was opening fire upon the Kampfritter which was falling behind them, keeping the heavyweight back, as the medic tended to the wounds upon the more easily accessable sides and back.
"There there old friend," Thomas said soothingly to Hermeticus, "Can you still fight? Then let's get back into this...our allies need help, find the dragon who roared, and go after him."
Hermeticus keened slightly, as he nodded his head, the deep voice resonate as he spoke, "Found him!"
A twist of the massive fifteen ton body, and several beats of the great wings had the Longhorn Reaper oriented towards the maddened Aufseher. "Full speed!" Thomas shouted, "He trusted Hermeticus to know to come in high and above the acid-spitter, let the riflemen in the belly net clear off the top before making a gorging dive. Still, the German dragon was distant, and already in their dive. Herm would have to climb up, then dive back down, all the while losing precious time. He only hoped whoever was in that beasts path would be alright.
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#300
Semmemon began to hesitate, before Blackthorne's voice came. "I'm here, big guy." He said quickly. The sound haunted him; he knew what it was, what it meant. "Relax and focus. I'll join the boarders. I promise I'll come back alive."
And so the scion of Tahalshia leapt the distance and drew cavalry sabres. As he fought the defending crew alongside the others, he flashed-back to his training, to why he had taken these weapons.
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"...Swords? Wouldn't a gun work better?"
"On dragonback, mid grapple? No. The movements will make your shots miss and go wide and never hit where you want..." There was a look of distant pain in the eyes of the elder Malachite, clear even to the young boy.
"There's more..."
"Gunfire is.. Unforgiving. Oh, one could shoot to wound, in theory, but a bucking dragon in battle will not let you be that accurate. A sword can be assured to hit more or less the right person, and is rather hard to score a killing blow accidentally. Worse, you must understand something. The bond a dragon has with it's master is.. Important. Should our rider die, we go mad with anguish, pain, and vengeance. We'd end the world to stop the hurting, and it usually starts with whoever killed our rider."
"...But not you, right? I mean, you're a Malachite. You've spoken at universities when you had no rider!"
"Yes, I did. But at the moment my last rider perished, I went as mad as any. So please, my young rider. Take the sabres. Use restraint when you board. Let the other captain live, so the dragon might be spared the pain."
And so the scion of Tahalshia leapt the distance and drew cavalry sabres. As he fought the defending crew alongside the others, he flashed-back to his training, to why he had taken these weapons.
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"...Swords? Wouldn't a gun work better?"
"On dragonback, mid grapple? No. The movements will make your shots miss and go wide and never hit where you want..." There was a look of distant pain in the eyes of the elder Malachite, clear even to the young boy.
"There's more..."
"Gunfire is.. Unforgiving. Oh, one could shoot to wound, in theory, but a bucking dragon in battle will not let you be that accurate. A sword can be assured to hit more or less the right person, and is rather hard to score a killing blow accidentally. Worse, you must understand something. The bond a dragon has with it's master is.. Important. Should our rider die, we go mad with anguish, pain, and vengeance. We'd end the world to stop the hurting, and it usually starts with whoever killed our rider."
"...But not you, right? I mean, you're a Malachite. You've spoken at universities when you had no rider!"
"Yes, I did. But at the moment my last rider perished, I went as mad as any. So please, my young rider. Take the sabres. Use restraint when you board. Let the other captain live, so the dragon might be spared the pain."
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Me: Evil is so inappropriate. I'm ruthless.
Tev: You're turning me on.
I Am Rage. You Will Know My Fury.
Tev: You're happy. You're Plotting. You're Evil.
Me: Evil is so inappropriate. I'm ruthless.
Tev: You're turning me on.
I Am Rage. You Will Know My Fury.