Rumbling roars rip the fabric of my sanity. Small arms of a large drake whip futilely at thick armor that is my flesh. Wind whirls and swirls in frenzies as its head whips side to side. Flames puke from the corners of an angry mouth. All are strikes of a monster built for destruction. All are blows struck in attempts for death.

All ignorant of what power awaits them.

Enraged, uncontrollable limbs built of solid bone jut from my shoulders and crash against mighty scales. Properly thrust claws sink into soft skin. Coned vision draws in all and knows where to strike next.

And so I shall.

I pull myself up the neck with ease. Claws cling to thick leathery flesh. The head whips suddenly, but I do not lose grip. Another reach, further up I travel. Flames flicker for me. Drake muscles tense to throw me off. But I will not let go.

Further up I climb. A roar rumbles. My eyes sweep across the side of the skull. In front of my face is a massive, black pearl. Vision is lost in the pure, sinking darkness. Light reflects from the core of the orb. I almost feel lost in the beast's eye. Lost in the utter determination and rage of the beast. Almost…

Reaching up I let my hand sink around the mighty beast's eyes. A shrill sound screeches through the air. Instantly I extend my other arm up and let it land. Using the strength of all four limbs I throw myself upwards. Air rushes past as I fly into the air. The beast falls behind me, leaving only the rider left in my floating path.

Unfortunate for him. You better believe it! He will make this fool suffer!

Metal vibrates as an arching axe flies in my direction. Muscular arms push all fury into the blade. I throw my left arm directly into the head of the axe. Instantly the blade slows. Above an uncontrollable spine shoots down, bites at the wood and snaps it with it ease. The bony claws pull the blade over my head while my right arm collides with the neck of the rider.

Heavy feet slam into the drake, and I find myself at eye level with the rider. Anger courses through all his pores. Battle hardened pupil's play with my frightening figure. Fear grips him as strongly as I do. You will show him no mercy! He will make you aware of our might!

Just barely he is able to emit something from his harsh lungs. Words of some unknown language bounce across my unhearing ears. I draw his face to mine. Angry fangs click at the edges of his mouth, and I can almost taste his fright.

Lifting upward, I draw him from the mount. Fangs click again as I speak to the fool,

"You bring war to my people, you attack my friends," I pause briefly to peer into him, "And your brethren stole Nathanos' bow?"

He lifts higher and my muscles tighten before I speak, "What a terrible way to welcome us."

With a flick of my wrist and a tug of my arm I drag the fool from my front. He whips past my side, flies over the head of the beast, and is let loose. His body flails and whips as he falls far from his mount.

I glare back to him, and watch him fall, flip mid-air, and pass out of sight under the dragon's head. Instantly my unruly limb lifts the almost weightless blade. It hangs over my head for a brief second before whipping downward. Faster it moves. Faster, stopping only to sink deeply in the beast's skull.

Gravity begins to pull heavily on my body. The dragon goes limp and I reposition myself. Looking down the tilting corpse's body, I shift and let my feet pull me forward. Whipping fast I use the stepping stone scales to fly forward. As the tail nears I land my feet heavily, and with all my might, I leap into the air.

As I move the dragon fades from sight leaving only the battle below. Figures shift in all directions. Warriors march on shores and fight on cliffs. Zeppelins fire at mounted beasts, while riders of giant fury fire arrows upon stationary targets.

I fly higher for only a second longer before gravity once again takes control. Falling fast, I look around for a target. Drakes fly back and forth. Dozens of destinations. Faster. Hundreds of feet pass me. They are moving too quickly. Faster.

The figures on the ground grow larger and larger. Coned vision follows all possible beings to grab. You better pick one fast. He will!

Closer to the ground I travel. The cliff draws to the top of my vision and fades into yellow walls, yet I still do not lock. You better hurry! He will.

Closer still. No target.

Figures on the ground grow larger. I can almost make out all their forms from here. Closer. I see a figure come into the left side of sight. Closer, the drake moves under me. Closer, the ground is near, and so is the target. Closer….You need to grab this! He will?!

Closer, I can see individual faces. I can feel the blades and weapons of the Forsaken troops. I can almost taste the banners of the marching troops. I can see my target in my sights.

Arms extend. Red scales draw underneath me. Claws reach for the beast. Adrenaline pumps through all veins. Drums rattle beneath an unfeeling plate of bone and armor. I cannot miss. You will not. He better not!

Bony fingertips feel nothing but air. Muscles tighten for impact. All limbs contract for contact. All of my body prepares!

CACLACK

Bones scrape against equally as tough substances. Legs drag my body down. I feel my arms lock firmly in place. Instantly I whip forward. Dangling legs whip just over the tops of soldier's heads and clink against poles and banners as they move.

In a flash I fly under the beast's belly, and a strange jerk at my arm draws my sight up. It's head twists violently and drags the body of the beast. The entire monster spins with the cracking head and all twists behind me as I arch to the side. I am the handle and the blade to this organic, one-way pendulum.

A second later my arms are pointing towards the ground, the beast is flipped to it's back. I ready my legs. Energy flows through me and guides me properly. Fingers let go of the broken Drake's head and let all power throw my legs upward.

Wind shoots across my almost senseless back, and I manage to pull myself upright after a brief hesitation. Again adrenaline pumps through me. All veins harden and ready for a surge of fueled blood. Eyes lock with the figure.

A drake flies directly at me with its mouth filling with sparkling flame and fury. Black eyes blare hate. Arrows bounce harmlessly from my flesh, but the rage of the rider is fully felt. You better act quickly. He is going to be cooked!

My legs draw into my body. The drake draws closer to me. It's flame fires brighter and gathers energy every second. Legs lock firmly and ready themselves. A ball of molten fury builds. You better do something. He…fire…pain!

Shooting my legs outwards I feel a dense matter collide with them. The top of the monster's head jerks downwards as my feet drag it. Instantly the head comes to a stop, and so do my legs. My torso pulls forward, and I position myself in towards my legs.

Pulsing energy ripples through the limbs and push. Once again I am in the air, leaving behind a baffled and confused beast. Sadly, I am unable to strike the rider as I pass. You wanted to maim him. He wanted to destroy!

Ahead I see the horizon of upper cliff and take in all the sight. Hundreds of Forsaken feverishly fight. Thousands of giants lumber towards them and clash against the outnumbered heroes. The same heroes that brace their backs against the cliff walls, and a large stone like structure.

A giant bronze colored dragon-head lifts and drags chains on a pulley that connects to massive black lift. Every few seconds the platform lowers and seconds later raises back to the cliff, filled with Forsaken from below. A dragon-shaped elevator? Strange…

This bronze dragon structure is directly ahead of me, and from my aerial position, I am guessing it is my landing location. I lock my limbs and brace myself for another uncomfortable landing.

My body draws down heavier and I begin to fall. Ground draws closer and so does the open mouthed bronze dragon. Muscles lock, body positions, and I realize I am going to land short. I am not going to make the top of the dragon's head. I am not going to hit perfectly…

Blast…

I make to reposition myself, but it is too late. CARASH. Pain surges through my chest and arms. Thankfully, most of the bulky armor absorbed the poor quality position. Gripping the side of the skull, I hang for a second and gather my thoughts. You better gather your dignity too. He better just get up.

Quickly I pull upwards and throw myself over the side. My feet clank against the top of the structure and I stand for a moment. Ahead of me I can see the fight. And now I take it in properly.

Forsaken troops gather behind small platforms while Towering Vry…Vrie…giant men clash against the significantly smaller fighters. Feet clamber across the wooden platform below and a dozen troops gather to position themselves.

Suddenly, a giant, pale three-armed abomination lurches from his fight and yells to the new warriors, "You tinys, move to walls! Kill badys, stab them!" He glances up to me and pauses briefly, "You, buggy, get purple balloons! Get crazy green man!"

He turns around, throws his arms at the foes, and ignores us all completely. Again I am bit confused; has everyone seen a giant bug before? You are on the continent of the Nerubian Spiders. He is there.

I sigh and turn to the sky. There I see the average drakes circling the descending flying ships. The crew fires wildly at the winding and winded beasts. The ships move towards the safe platforms to avoid the persistent riders. All of them, but one.

A massive, rather clumsy Zeppelin glides towards my position. Good'ol Skippy. I raise my arms and throw them wildly in the air. Clicking claws attempt to aid in the spectacle. At first I do not think he sees us. He is still too high. Suddenly his course changes.

Changes directly towards me.

Quickly the ship builds in size and nears my position. I continue waving limbs until a strange sinking feeling fills my gut. Nearer it draws and larger the ship grows. The churning within me grows. Only a dozen yards away…

Blast you, Skippy!

Spinning quickly, I claw forward and hastily leap. My arms guide me towards the ground and I roll on contact. Feet sink into the muddy ground and I come back into an upright position again.

Glancing upward, I watch as a wooden behemoth floats feet overhead. Bits of broken stone sprinkle across the gritty ground as the end propellers shoot by. The bulk of the Zeppelin zooms over the Forsaken forces and it lowers to the ground. Lower and lower it goes. Until…

CARASH

The entire mess shakes and quakes. Blotches of black dirt fly into the air. Giant goliaths jump, flee and collapse to the crashing ship. A second passes and finally the ship comes to a slow stop.

A high-pitched squeal fills the air, "Leap, jump, skip, I do not care! Just get off my ship, you blood thirsty gorillas!"

Instantly soldiers appear at the edges of the ship. Nimble warriors leap onto the hard soil. Thrashing fresh blades drive through the confused giants. Mark emerges, lands, and he throws his might into his target. Finally, Carlin crawls over the edge, places his belly against the wood, and slowly descends.

He grips ropes and pulls himself from the side at a crawling pace. Something stirs from the side of my vision. Whipping my head I take in multiple incoming attackers. The fresh fighters thrash and slash at the opponents. Giants fall, but struggle fiercely. They begin throwing massive axes at our warriors, crushing and slicing troops as they land.

One takes aim at the ship. His eyes lock firmly on the aging old warrior. Muscular arms lift a mighty, perfectly balanced blade in his hands. A sinister smirk sweeps his face.

I reach back for my weapons. I pat my back, but I feel nothing. Mindless limbs claw at massive lumps on my back. Where are my weapons?! No, I must have dropped them on the ship! You did not. He still has them.

Wait, where? Where are the weapons? I cannot feel them. You are going to have to remove the armor. He is going to have to shed the strength. You must relax. He must focus. You must take the gun into your mind. He must recall the shovel.

Images of my rifle fill my mind. I do not have time to argue with the strange logic, but instead step forward. Sounds of cracking carapace and breaking bone fill my ears. The bone on my forehead folds inward while the cartilage constructed nostrils return.

Another step.

The coned vision fades, and matted, sweaty hair flops on my forehead. All my body grows lighter.

Another.

Tiny claws fade from my vision. Objects bounce from my shoulders and clank against my body as they fall.

A final step.

A cold breeze rushes over my firm flesh. Wind whips my sensitive skin. Frosty bites burn my body once again. I am back to normal! Without hesitation I reach back, feel the firm gun, and block out all horrifying thoughts of how I covered it in armor.

Pulling it to my front, I adjust in my arms and pull the sight to my eyes. Giant arms pull back the enormous metal weapon. Tiny limbs balance a small cannon. Mighty muscles draw in strength. Miniature fingers pull and pray for death's hand.

TITHBURSH

An explosion erupts in the air. A slug slices through the air. The arm of the aggressor continues forward. However all energy fades from the limb. The being wobbles in his spot while he his arm glides to his side. A second passes before falls forward. Falls forward as the old man falls to the dirt.

Well, at least the old man is finally off of the stupid ship. The same ship that somehow creeks, spins its propeller and moves forward. Dirt sprays in all directions. Warriors are covered in thick blocks of mud and grime.

Skippy, I swear.

He moves the ship forward rather slowly, and I catch glimpse of a giant leap onto to the side. The vessel lifts from the ground and slides forward, but the giant climbs upward. You must stop him. He will do just that…

TITHBURSH

He needs to stop interrupting me!

The giant grasps the side the ship before flinching and falling. Another makes to leap. He bounds forward. Long, thick legs guide him at alarming rates. Reload, Hope. I pull the bolt back, slide a round into the chamber, but as I raise the rifle something happens.

A random arrow collides into the man's side he stops in his tracks. I am not sure where that missile came from, but a sudden load roar draws my attention. My neck twists violently side to side, but I see nothing.

Again a loud roar. An oddly blue figure falls from the sky. It lands in the dirt with a heavy thud, and I instantly look up. A massive, red drake whips wildly in the air. A small figure grips firmly before raising a bow to its side.

The man fires a few directed rounds in the top of the beast's head, and the monster flails wildly. He clings as the beast jerks its direction and flies towards the ground. It screeches one last time before plummeting downwards. The figure hangs tight, with its old bow back in its hands.

Nathanos! You crazy fool!

My attention diverts back to the dragon and I watch as it sweeps inches away from Skippy's still slow ship. Nathanos bends down, and after a second of waiting he leaps onto the deck. The drake continues at an angle. I do not think the undead hit the target. It is still going rather fast. You should watch it's path. He really should.

Eyes sweep back to the floating ship. Arrows rain from the deck now as the undead hero brings his fury upon his enemies. You really need to look back. He needs to! Creaking wood cries as the ship turns mid-air. You idiot, look back! He needs to move!

Seeing orbs shift a bit down. Muscles tighten and acid churns within. Drums beat behind a heaving barrier of bar shaped bones. Horror is replaced by a heavy fear. Careening directly towards me…is the broken drake.

Leg muscles move, but the bulky body is moving too quickly. All my energy diverts to my legs. All my strength shifts to leaping. All my power draws to escape. But it is not enough.

Heavy mud clings to my shoes. I am stuck. I am stuck! My mind directs downwards, and I reach for my shoes. Quickly I jerk at the wedged objects. Come on! I fidget with it, and my foot is almost free. Almost free! Foolishly, I glance up.

CARASH

Mud sprays towards me. I feel my foot dislodge and I leap. I take to the air, but a sudden pain surges through my side. A huge force collides with my chest. I jerk backwards. Sparks rattle my mind. Wind escapes all parts of my body. So lightheaded…

Looking down feebly, I take in the sight of a long, reddish object. I fly backwards and a sudden force downwards pulls me from the red object in my chest. It whips from me and curls out of sight. However, I cannot feel any force on my body. I cannot feel any solid surface. You need to focus! He must focus now!

I am falling.

My vision locks with the army from the shores. Instantly I whip my head forward and watch as the cliff draws from me. I kick my limbs, but I cannot feel anything. I cannot feel anything but a pull of gravity and wind washing my skin.

I am falling!

You must focus! He must, NOW!

Yes, yes, calm down, Hope. Remember the sewers. Remember the red eyes. Remember….the red tail! It whips from the corner of my vision and…

Another surge of pain, and everything spins. Everything swirling. Everything…so…light. You…focus! He…will! All I can feel is pain. So much pain.

A red object floats past, but I cannot keep it in sight. Vision is blurring badly. Thoughts tangle into twisted twine. Everything spinning. So much pain. Everything is so light. The tiny men below seem so small from here. You must focus! He must wake himself!

Ground drawing closer. Tiny men grow bigger in my sight. Pain turns into numbness. Everything grows so light. Everything…spinning…

Closer. My head tilts up and aims pointlessly upward. Pretty sky. Pretty, angry clouds. You must focus, Hope! He will…please?

Pretty clouds…pretty, giant birdys…

You will wake up! He…HOPE!

Everything is growing dark. So light. So numb. Wind is rushing past my limp body.

Giant, white…birdys…

You…must. He…

So light…so…numb…falling…

Darkness…