AN: This takes place in the Journey Home Universe.
They had ripped through our garrison like wax paper. Six people, all for one little runaway experiment. It was terrifying really, watching six people mow down magically modified soldiers like so much high grass with not a word spoken out of any of them, and now here they were at the gates of their inner sanctum about to take them off at the hinges.
"Olag," Judger said, voice tenser than he would've liked, "give them a good old fashioned Dwarven welcome."
"Aye, I think I will." The dwarf spoke as he began to heft his massive hammer, only to be interrupted by a voice that had tormented them for the entirety of their assault.
"Wait! Either leave here without the experiment and live, or try and take her and die like the inferior creatures you are!" came the snide weaseling tone from the tower beyond the gates.
"No thanks." Was the collective reply from the band as Olag swung his hammer into the gates with a resounding smash! bringing them down off their hinges to the dirt.
As the group stepped through the gateway, they saw for the first time the face of their enemy. He was tall, and lithe, with a whipping tail and snarling jaws that looked like they had knives instead of teeth inside of them, and long dagger-like claws that were poised at the throat of their seventh member.
"Now then," the Dragonborn snarled at them from his tower, "give up on this endeavor, the girl has clearly submitted to her death."
"Mate, how many times have we got to tell you? We. Do not. Give up. You harmed one of ours, so we are going to burn this hole to the freaking ground and leave no traces it ever existed beyond ashes and corpses." Judger said as he drew his second blade from its sheath.
"Look at who your enemies are you fools! You rail against the will of our Mother Tiamat herself! None who resist Her will live to tell of it!" He was hysterical now, voice high and screeching on their ears as he gestured wildly to the bannerette above him upon the top of the tower.
"I see then. Take it down boys." It was said so low it was near inaudible, but everyone understood the message as they drew their weapons.
"Two Sword Style: Penitence of The Fallen." Was yelled as compressed air came flashing from Oga's twin blades, the faces of the condemned screaming from inside them.
"Gliding Knife Style: Flat Bone Phoenix!" Slipped fluidly from Benihime as dozens of blades flew from her sleeves in torrents shaping themselves into the bird of rebirth.
"Desert Treachery!" Was all Ikraam uttered as the very soil below them began to coalesce into miniscule blades of sand and dust before flying at their target.
"Wrath of Moradin!" Yelled Olag as his hammer became bathed in burning light as he flung it at the banner flapping above them, the Forging God himself blessing its flight.
"Such a special occasion calls for something new and…untested. Behold! Chaos Storm!" Xil'cal cried as his body glowed with a purple and black light that soon coalesced into a crackling and flashing ball of energy that quickly moved in on the target.
"AVALANCHE STANCE: ROCK BOTTOM BLAZE OF GLORY." Judger yelled, his blades glowing a deep emerald green as he raised them above his head, slashing the downward unleashing two blades of pure stone into flight toward bannerette.
They did not simply destroy the symbol of the dragon queen, but they decimated it. They erased it as though it had never existed in the first place.
"We're coming for you Layla, just sit tight and relax for right now, okay?" Judger yelled up to her with a reassuring grin on his scarred face.
To Be Continued…
