It was looking to be a dark day for our heroes. Their bodies covered in sweat and their muscles beginning to fatigue from all the attempts to bring down the Ancient Dragon, as fire and pieces of rubble rained down from on top of the summit. The Apprentice, Boromir, looked towards the Huntress, a desperate look in his coal-black eyes.
"Can you... use the ballistas ...on the top of the wall... to hit it, Tiriara? I m going to try and...distract it," he panted, casting a glance over towards where the Squire and Monk were trying to defend the Eternia crystals against the hoards of Goblins, Orcs, Trolls, and Wyverns, leaving them to try and kill the dragon leading them all.
Tiriara looked back towards Boromir and then nodded, her breaths short and ragged but her eyes full of determination.
"I'll try," she answered, scampering off over the ramparts of the castle and to the nearest wood and stone ballista. She let out a loud groan as she tried to wrench the heavy weapon in the direction of the Ancient Dragon, which was hovering over them, hurling balls of fire in their direction.
Boromir was lucky enough to be able to dodge most of these offensive blasts, but the Monk, who was occupied with defending from trolls with his poison-tipped yari, was not so fortunate. His vow of silence slipped as the fire seared the back of his arm, forcing him to let out a howl of pain. But that didn't stop him from fighting, now wielding his weapon with one hand, his injured arm being held protectively away from everything else.
In the thick of it all, clad in his heavy armor, the Squire could be found, letting out a continuous roar as he cut through enemies with his sword, dealing devastating damage to everyone in his wake. The defenses he had built up helped keep the rest of the marauding creatures away from the crystals that the group so desperately wanted -no, needed- to protect.
"Keep going, Atlas!" Boromir shouted as he sent wave after wave of mana bomb towards the Ancient Dragon. Soon, the constant blasts singeing its side caught its attention, and it let out a snarl. It was loud, nearly bone chilling, especially once Boromir realized that the monstrosity was now headed in his direction.
"Tiriara! Hurry up with the ballista!" He yelped, firing smaller bolts of magic fire-power towards the thing. For a split second, he glanced over towards the Huntress firing the ballista, the huge wood and iron bolt flying through the air, towards the Ancient Dragon...and missing. A sinking feeling in his stomach made itself known. He was going to die. It was going to get him, he knew that, it was going to eat him alive, and then his friends would perish. Boromir gulped, sweat pouring down his forehead. The Dragon's mouth opened, and he got a glance at the monster's fearsome teeth. Just as the massive jaws enclosed on him, a blinding white light shot out of all three Eternia crystals, panning in on the Ancient Dragon. Then, everything went black.
"BOROMIR!"