The Fantasy RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz roared in pain, alerting the people below of his presence. The guards immediately opened fire, using massive ballista units to attack the golden behemoth. Snarling, the golden dragon rocketed toward the clouds, suddenly disappearing from sight as Stimeak was struck with intense dejavu, Tyrannastraz slamming into him from behind, making both plunge toward the ground...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak roared in fury at what had happened to him. Cunning, he hadn't expected it.... He managed to summon the storm to him, this time the clouds being seemingly asorbed into the Crossbreeds body... He managed to whip up a ferocious crosswind, strikeing into tyrannastraz's flank, the force spinning them around so the larger dragon was below....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz snarled, opening his maw, sand smashing into Stimeak's face, but instead of simply falling off, it started to wrap around Stimeak's neck, slowly cutting off his air supply. Taking the chance, the golden behemoth twisted to one side, putting the crossbreed on the bottom once more, able to control the sand that was right in front of him...

[Doc 42]

When Tyrannastraz openedh is mouth, Stimeak was allowed much more room to maneuver, despite the chokeing sand.... As he fell he twisted around, facing the larger dragon directly.... He struck out with one hand, his claws graving hold of the the golden beomoths fore arm, kicking out with his foot and hammering his toe claws into Tyrannastraz's stomach. Then he went for his main blow, stretching up and biteing onto the levithans neck, attempting to shred the armour over it... For now, the most effective way of combating the sand was attacking his foe directly...

[TyrannoTitan]

Surprisingly, Tyrannastraz did not attack back, instead only focused his gaze on the sand around Stimeak's neck, which suddenly tightened to the point where no air could pass through, gagging Stimeak in the process, causing him to let go of the golden behemoth's neck. Tyrannastraz continued to ignore the attacks, focusing only on choking Stimeak with the sand...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak felt the strength drain from him, gaging yet again... He beat his wings uselessly, stareing at Tyrannastraz... his attacks doing nothing to break the monsters concentration... In one last desperate attempt he struck foreward with one claws hand, lightning flashing over their white surface... His hand hammered into the golden Dragon's head, his claws digging into the golden dragons eye, lightning flashing down their length....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz roared in pain, the sand stopping its assault briefly, the golden behemoth slamming his clawed hands into Stimeak's shoulders, throwing him to one side. Wings flapping, the golden dragon was propelled back just as the humans below realized where they had disappeared to. Tyrannastraz smirked, disappearing from view in an instant, now inside one of the passing clouds far above, focusing all his energy on the sand, which he couldn't see, but only controlled it to tighten more and more...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak crash landed into a street in the city, one of his massive paws crushing an abbandoned merchants cart... He gaged once more, using one paw to try and claw at the sand. He tried bringing in rain, as that had worked earlier, but the sand was too consentrated for it to have an effect. He would have needed to control the water directly, which was beyond him.... The last bit of strength begun to fade from him, his vision blurred.... He collapsed onto his side and in that moment decided that he only had one option... He drew up one clawed hand and held it in the air for a moment, his ears begining to ring... Then he slammed his claws right towards his own neck, pericing into his wind pip, the bloody wound bleeding freely, but now he had air. He could already feel its effects as it rushed through the vicious tear. He would have roared in pain if it weren't for the sand chokeing him... His hand was desperately clamped over the wound, releaseing healing energies to dull the pain, trying stop the bleeding and obvious negetive effects of stabbing a hole through ones neck....

[TyrannoTitan]

A roaring laugh echoed around the area, causing the scrambling humans to stop for a few seconds. As the cloud passed over, Tyrannastraz stared down at Stimeak, eyes staring daggers into the crossbreed, despite the smirk on his reptilian face. "Whelp, you have no idea what your selfish desires could've done to the world! Your death is imminent...but it's for the better. All that you knew would've been destroyed by the beast you tried to free, just to get some trinket..." he snarled, his voice echoing around the city. Raising a hand, he maintained the death grip on Stimeak, not intending to stop until the crossbreed was dead...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak's eyes flicked up to Tyrannastrasz, the crossbreeds hand sprung up, no lightning came out. Instead a white shockwave echoed out of it.... An instant later, the golden dragon smashed his own wing across his face while simultaneously punching himself in the gut.... However, the bodily rebellion was tempory....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz snarled, disappearing from sight, appearing next to Stimeak, the sand tightening and loosening over and over as he slammed his claws into the distracted dragon's back. Finally latching onto the dragon's neck, using the sand to amplify his movements, Tyrannastraz threw the dragon forward, smashing him into a nearby home. Raising his hands, he tried to regain control over the sand, the particles slowly creeping toward Stimeak's neck....

[Doc 42]

Stimeak was smashed through the brick wall, slideing into the room beyond, tables chairs everything being blown out of the way. He desperately claped his hand to his throat, doing a shabby job of healing it, but hopeing that it would heal. He basicly knited the damaged parts together... He looked up, lying on his back, seeing the sand coming towards him, he quickly cast his hand foreward, wind blowing past him and scattering the sand, carrying it away, various kitchen trinkets being blown out of the house and into Tyranastraz....

[TyrannoTitan]

Snarling, Tyrannastraz opened his maw, the horrid torrent of sand following, the appliances thrown at him rusting and braking apart within a few seconds, the sand now only pouring over Stimeak's body, once again aging the scales rapidly. Closing his maw, the golden behemoth smirked, hoping the dragon would drown in the sand...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak snarled in fury, thrashing and trying to free himself from the sand, there was too much of it for the wind... He Stopped it, closing his hand before throwing a condensed cloud into the roof, the cloud explodeing, water showering out of it all over the sand and drenching it, hopefully damaging Tyrannastraz's ability to control it...

[TyrannoTitan]

Indeed it did make it harder to control, but only made the magical sand stick to Stimeak like mud, still aging his scales rapidly. Tyrannastraz smirked, trying his best to maintain control over the sand, ignoring whatever was happening in the background, only now focusing on killing Stimeak...

[Doc 42]

The scales began to fall away, crumbleing to dust. The crossbreed rolled onto his feet, wings sending even more kitchen trinkets flying, a chair being thrown out onto the road... He shook wildly like a dog, sending the ageing mudy sand flying everywhere, white energies attempting to replace the lost scales.... Suddenly, he leapt foreward, pouncing out of the wrecked building and slamming into Tyrannastraz, smashing them both through a house on the opposite side of the road... He could hear the crackle of gun fire as soilders closed in on the fighting dragons, dust clouded the entire area, the two dragons having decimated the the street in their battle...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz roared, slashing Stimeak across the snout before kicking him off, only wanting the dragon to get off of him, knowing he dealt very little damage. "I think its time for a change in scenery!" he snarled, hands glowing brightly once again, slowly getting brighter, soon blinding both of them. Both were now gone as the army advanced, but soon everything returned to normal. The buildings, repaired. The army, relaxed. No trace of them had ever been there...

Both appeared to be floating in mid air, both using their wings to keep up, forced into using their wings. All around them was just...air, the ground barely visible from the height of where they now were. Below them, The flight leaders stood around a circular ice platform, surrounded by jagged spires of ice behind them, gems resembling each flights color glowing ominously against the snow, floating in mid-air. There was Chronos, Morian, Rutus, and Balmeer, but then something very strange. For the red flight, it was Mortus, the late red emperor. For the white flight, it was Vitae, also dead in recent times. And for the silver flight was Dramacus, another long dead emperor...

[Doc 42]

This time, Stimeak wasn't going to shrug off the distraction that easily, jaw hanging loosely.... His grandfather... His father... even Mortus.... Alive.... He couldn't help but stare blankly down at Dramacus... the dragon single handedly responsible for so much pain and suffering in his life, yet also the pillar of hope and comfort which eventually supported him through it.... Memories clawed their way through his mind... How he had been so proud of even the slightest praise from the Silver emperor.... It was one of the few times he was stuck, alone with his thoughts... in past times, Gamal had always been there keeping him company, yet now his sarcastic mind dwelling companion was nowhere to be found....

[TyrannoTitan]

"An interesting sight, isn't it? Your father...your victim...All here." Tyrannastraz growled, flexing his neck, which was littered with wounds, but nothing too serious. "Can you fight? Or are you going to brake down into tears?" he sneered, the dragons below staying stone still...

[Doc 42]

Ignoreing the taunt, Stimeak replied "Interesting doesn't scratch the surface.... This is the kind've sight that makes you wonder if you are experianceing a nightmare, or if you are dreaming...." Stimeak spread outa fist, a ball of lightning forming in his open palm, he beat one wing, twisting himself around to face directly at Tyrannastraz... Waiting for something, eyes stareing directly into the golden's