Woo hoo! Fight scene! I've been planning this one for weeks! And watching all possible fighting movies with fly fighting, and listing to fighting songs full of anger to help me be creative! And I drank like seven Diet Pepsi's, so I'm on a caffeine high! Yay! Now I'm listening to all hilarious Eminem songs! Just lose it as they say, go insane.
You all know to tell Assassin Author she's just to flipping awesome.
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The dragon reared, hissing and roaring in anger. Everyone dropped into fight stances.
"Ayla! How do we kill this thing?" Gregor shouted above the din.
"Depends on the dragon! Water dragons have soft underbellies, the armpits are the bread basket, between the talons are soft, and eyes!" she shouted back.
Luxa and Aurora were in the air, Gregor hitching a ride, Ripred and the other rats spread out, and Ayla leapt onto Jinx, soaring upward, her dirk ready, all was red, it was killing time.
The dragon was beautiful. It's tail was long and whiplike, a bone tail spade shaped into a spike. It was a dark navy blue, a light sky blue underbelly, the horns, shaped like jagged icicles were also sky blue, long sharp and pointing back a little as they came up. Between it's aqua colored talons was webbing. The neck was also long and whipy.
It snapped its tail out at Aurora, making a sharp crack. The bat nimbly dodged.
Ayla whispered into Jinx's ear, the bat gasped, "Overlander, are you sure?" she asked.
"Never am," she said back. Jinx twittered to Aurora, who was confused, but did what she needed. The golden bat dove sharply, circling the dragon's head. Luxa lashed out, catching it on the nose, gouging out a deep trough. The dragon roared, rearing up a little, black smoke pouring out of it's nose.
"Watch out! Shadow fire!" Ayla yelled, "Go Jinx! Go!" she said don to the bat. Jinx flew up and glided toward the dragon, then folded her wings and dropped, Ayla almost lost her lunch, then snapped them open flying down, paralell to the dragon's stomach. Ayla stood up and slashed at it's soft flesh. Jinx was going so fast from the dive that it was over in a mere two seconds.
The dragon made an unearthly shriek, Ayla could feel the warmth of blood washing over her, coating her in a crimson sheet.
"Ripred! Attack!" she shouted, wiping her eyes.
The Rager rat and the other two went in, leaping onto it's legs and climbing up. They reached the huge wings and began slashing at the delicate membranes. Aurora flew by its legs, Gregor and Luxa slashing at the tendons at the backs of its legs, crippling it, in slow motion it fell, giving a pathetic growl.
"Get outta the way!" Ayla yelled. Everyone cleared as the wings came down, creating a gust of wind.
Ayla landed and walked over to the dying animal, a pained look coming over her face.
She came over to it's head, the dragon gave a low moan. Ayla looked strait into it's golden slitted eye.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry it had to end like this," she whispered, a tear falling to the ground, Jinx shuffled forward.
"Ayla, are you alright?" she asked.
"No. We killed a young animal in its prime, all it was doing was defending its home, it never stood a chance, and we killed it like so many sheep on a farm. No, I'm not fine," she snuffled.
Ayla leaned down and looked it hard in the eyes, making several grunting and growling noises.
The dragon seemed to understand, and nod, then with a great roar, grew still for its eternal rest.
"Well, skin what you want, take the horns talons, I just want the tail blade and some skin," Ayla said, pulling out a few knifes from her belt, and set to work getting the tail blade.
Everyone did as she said, the ivory from the horns would give an economy boost, and would work for many tools.
Zeva came to help her with the tail blade, but was rejected with a wave of the hand. Ayla wanted to work alone right now, Zeva knew she was sitting vigil for the life she had taken.
"Something wrong, Silkfur?" Zeva asked, linking her tail with his.
"Yes, have you noticed there is no exit tunnel?" he said.
"You're right, weird, what are we going to do?" she asked. He shrugged.
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Meanwhile, Ayla was cleaning the flesh off the end of the tail blade, once it was clean she carved it with a smaller knife, looking up at the dragon every now and then. When she was done, she had carved a tiny dragon, looking like the dead one on the floor, she found a small stone, then tied it in a cloth and tied it to the carving. Ayla walked to the edge of the lake and held the small dragon, twirling the stone, and let it go. The carving soared out over the lake, splashing out near the center. Then Ayla went back and began slicing off a section of the underbelly, she folded it and walked up to the massive head, she hacked off one of the horns and set it next to the skin.
She took samples of each claw, and what was left of the tail blade. Her project was to cure the hide, carving the horn into a bigger dragon and wrapping the skin on it, then using what was left from the horn to make two smaller ones and secure it to the skull, doing the same with the talons as well. The finishing piece would be the tail blade. This was how she would honor this beast who died before it really lived.
"Well done, your compassion will be rewarded," the wispy voice said in her head.
A grating sound came from one of the cave walls, the ceiling shook a little, showering the group with dust and rocks. When the dirt cleared they saw a tunnel had opened up in the side of the cave.
"You may continue... at your own risk..." the wispy voice said out loud.
"Wait, what can we call you?" Zeva asked.
"A good question. You may call me, Abbess," it said, fading out again.
Ayla remained silent as another voice came to her head, "Thank you, Overlander, my soul is at rest," it sounded young. She smiled and bowed her head.
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Ayla was silent the rest of the day, no one tried to talk to her out of respect.
Who knew she payed respects to things she never knew?
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Done. Hmm, short chap. Oops, sorry, it's really late, so I'm tired, it took me a long time to write this. R&R