a/n: Only about 400 words. I'm thinking about expanding it. Feedback appreciated
Update: Dahren'Mohran - Dah'ren Mohran. I feel like an idiot. I dont even know what the correct spelling is anymore. Is that correct? I guess it doesn't matter.
Although it only went on for about fifteen minutes, it felt like an eternity. Nobody stopped to rest; the entire time, they ran from place to place, loading cannons and firing the ballistae. People panicked, and became unsynced. Someone activated the Dragonator too early and the Dah'ren Mohran managed to shear off part of the ship with it's massive horn. The beast continuosly smashed against the hull. 50% integrity. 30%. 10%. Of course, nobody was calculating it, but they all knew how much damage the ship was taking.
Soon enough, the Mohran came around the side, lifting itself out of the sand to land one more devastating blow. The crew knew they would not be able to make it back home in one piece. They had run out of cannonballs. None were fast enough to gather more ballista ammo. The gong had been used earlier, and was now disabled.
One hunter refused to give in. In one last act of defiance, she ran across the ship, picking up the binder. Careful not to tangle the long rope that stretched down the hull, she loaded the shot into the ballista.
The Dah'ren Mohran's stomach expanded above her.
She was too slow.
The beast came down, and the sand shook with the force. The ship split in half with the weight of the elder dragon.
Amazingly, her Gore X armour managed to hold. The force pushed her away from the ballista, to the edge of the ship. As the rest of the beast descended, however, the planks broke and sent her flying off.
She knew there was nothing for her to cling on to, but still she stretched her hands out, grasping aimlessly.
The sands pushed her away, sending her rolling. She could see nothing but gold, red, blue, and gold and red again.
Eventually, she stopped rolling, and remained still, half-buried in the sand.
The Dah'ren Mohran was a large creature, and as it swam through the Great Desert, the sand would spill out behind it, causing a massive sandstorm to form.
It was in the midst of this storm where the hunter lay now. She was unconscious, but alive.
The sand was slowly burying her. Already, most of her armour was completely covered, with a part of her cloak flapping in the wind.
The sun beat down on the desert, albeit not as hot as it normally would as it had trouble piercing the sands that flew about.
Far off in the distance, the Mohran's roar sounded. The Dragonship was gone. The crew most likely followed.
The hunter would soon join them.
