--------Friends Beyond Fate--------

"They've spotted us!" Shouted Marc as a mass of trolls start tossing large boulders at him. He and Draac had been trying to ambush the large beasts to make their assault on them much easier.
A large boulder hits Draac dead in the chest, and knocks him on his back as green sparks from his full Guthix armor shimmer in his wake.

"Are you alright!" Marc shouts over the loud grunts made by the trolls and the thudding of their artillery in the side of the grey canyon. He looked concerned for Draac's well being and a little mad about the boulders.

"I'm okay, let's get in that gully to try to cover ourselves!"

"Agreed!"

Draac and Mark run togeather, using their guthix shields to block the smaller stones, and peering over their shields to watch for larger ones.

They both dive into the gully.

As they are in mid-dive, a stone about the size of a gnomeball that Draac had played with as a child hits him square in the head, CRACK! A mist of green sparks and blood spray into the air. At the very same moment, another slightly large stone hits Marc in the center of his back plate, denting it.

"DRAAC! Are you okay? Draac, speak to me! Wake up, bud. C'mon!" Draac laid motionless in the protection of the gully. Marc stretches out his hand and pulls Draac closer to the bank of the gully and slowly, and very painfully, kneels low close to Draacs motionless body.

"RRRAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!"

The trolls hear the battle cry, and the rain of stone stops for a few seconds, then returns even louder than before.

The pupils in Marc's blood red eyes suddenly turn into sl(c)its, like that of cats, then quickly adjusts for the light. The scars on his neck reopen and red, bloody scales slide out. A red, scaled tail unravels out of a whole in the back end of his armor. He snorts a burst of fire from his nostrils. The green trimming and symbols on his dragon chain body and legs begin to glow. He stands erect with a slight hunch, blood is now running from his neck and down his armor. Another small spout of flames from his nostrils as the Trolls turn their fire towards his direction.

The parade of flying, hardened dirt almost touch their mark when suddenly Marc crosses his arms, shrugs his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and the opens both arms wide and stands properly as he lets off another vicious roar and two huge, elegant, bloody wings unfurl.
The wings block the barrage of stones and redirect them to other resting places.
Marc leaps hundreds of meters into the sky as he leaves the trolls stupified at what just happend. He sheathes his poisoned dragon long sword and grabs a lightning-bolt shaped sword hanging from his back.

With one hand holding the extraordinary weapon, and the other open and reaching towards his enemies, Marc goes into a steep dive over the canyon. The trolls just stood in their spots, staring and trying to figure out whether or not the thing in the sky was a bird.

As he pulls the sword hilt back to touch his hip, Marc lets off one more enormous roar. This time it sounds exactly like a dragon's. He pulls up and runs the blade across a trolls neck with such force that the head of the creature flies at least twenty meters into the air.

The trolls are now frightened, the bird-man had just killed their strongest in one unimaginably swift cut. They start fleeing only to find the bodies of their brothers and trails of green light and smoke.

Marc circles around the trolls, hearding them closer and closer to the center of the ring of his smoke trails. He notices how the trolls start learning that the center is the best place for a chance to survive.

Another loud dragon screach is heard, but this time it's not Marc. A pack of Red Dragons are flying overhead and begin to descend into the center of trolls.

Marc notices a faint noise, he stops circling as the Dragons start to feast on the trolls and listens intently.

"Marc... Marrrccc..."

Marc flies over to Draac and kneels over his body, his wings extended so that they create a shelter for Draac.

"You're- You're alive." Marc says joy and astonishment.

"Of course I'm alive, you fool." Draac almost chokes on his own blood while speaking, but is forced to swallow it instead. "Did you get them?"

"We got them, I couldn't have done it without you."

"Stop being such a pansy. We did this so you could hopefully learn to control that transformation of yours from the Red Dragons. You should ask them if it was delicious.

"Your wings are bleeding, they aren't supposed to do that."
"I know. They were cut by my chainmail. I got a really bad blow to the back the broke a lot of the rings around the holes for the wings. It still hurts."

"Heh, you pansy. I got hit with a rock in the head, you don't see me complaining. What's this now, you gonna cry?"

"Can it, weakling. You couldn't even stay conscious for the task. Anyway, we've got to go with the Dragons back to their lair. You can heal there. I'll ask one of them to take you."
Draac gives a look concern, it's a long way to their wilderness cave.

"Don't worry," Mark says when he reads Draac's face while taking off his friend's helmet, "We have an agreement with the elves, we'll be camped out on the mountains. I'll take you into West Ardougne for treatment as soon as I return to normal."

The Dragons start to fly off as Marc places a giant bag filled with big bones, and Draac onto one dragon and fly off to catch up with the rest.