Realms of the Dragons RPG

[dinoman666]

Ghidrah rolled to the side, letting Legendarus fall into the jagged chunks of building below. Chuckling, he fired another ice blast, pinning Legendarus to the rubble. He then began viciously slashing the dragon's defenseless backside, leaving deep gashes where he hit.

[Legendary Elite]

Though his legs were fully imobilized, Legendarus still had his tail and head free and so flipped his tail up and coiled it around Ghidrah's neck tightly and began to constrict before throwing him away, sending him spinning across and smashing into the dirt below and scraping across it. Legendarus then then sent another earthquake through the ground and broke the ice entrapping him. He then took to the skies once more and hissed at his opponent "What's the matter? Afraid to fight me in the air?" he asked...

[dinoman666]

"If you insist," growled Ghidrah, standing up. He flew back into the air and literally flew circles around the larger, bulkier Legendarus, pelting him with fireballs. After a short while, he came up behind Legendarus and slammed his tail into the back of his head, knocking to the asphalt below.

[Legendary Elite]

Legendarus may have been larger but he wasn't bulkier. Still, as he came down he quickly formed a barrel in the air by folding his left wing over his underbelly and his right wing along his back and then switched them over to the other sides and wheeled himself upward before bringing his wings to normal position and immediately flew up in a loop and unleashed a acid flame that struck Ghidrah's right wing, burning it....

[dinoman666]

Ghidrah screeched and flapped his wing, shaking off the acid before it could much harm. An idea formed in his head, and he fired another stream of flame, this time at Legendarus' wing. It hit, burning the membrane and spinning Legendarus to the side.

[Legendary Elite]

This attack burned but Legendarus had a moderate immunity to fire, if not a good decent immunity. Quickly he flapped his wing being singed and within a few seconds the fire was gone with smoke coming from the fresh new wound on his wing. Immediately his regeneration ability began to slowly heal the wound. Quickly Legendarus retaliated with another acid flame, larger than the first and this one burning the right wing and half the shoulder and right arm and claw...

[Doc 42]

Drexler was speaking to the press crowded around the bases entrance, tv vans parked outside and crowds of onlookers surrounding them. Jacob and his hunters were lined up, him at their head, waiting to be addressed. All the different platoons were lined up in a similar fashion, the pilots being aranged into groups aswell. Some of the soilders were still fileing into position.

The badly damaged and bizzare looking phoenix slowed its descent, hovering calmly above the heli pad as if its presence was the most normal thing in the world, when in reality, this was the first time the phoenix had ever landed at London and the first time they would ever get a good chance to take a look at it.

In the Irish waste land, a small darkish shadow stalked closer to the two fighting dragons... watching and waiting... Observing these visitors...

[Anaclagon]

John waited he just clapped when he needed and smiled when he needed to, it was basic. All the pilots talked amoungest themselves quietly but most of the time they looked as professional they felt like they needed to be considering they were just pilots from across the ocean. John just listened and was quite suprised on the ammount of people in the area. Then again these things were important if everything he was told was true which it was..

[Doc 42]

Drexler went around, shakeing hands and handing out medals to the soilders after he had finished his speech about their heroic deeds. Jacob felt a pang of unease At Drexlers expression when he handed him his. There was also some words said for the dead, but this was mostly a celebration of those who did survive. It had been risky. But the public saw the savior of the few civilians who made it out as a huge success. The reporters looked like Relay racers, waiting with their camera crews to be given direct access to the soilders beyond, all itching to throw their interviews to the public...

[Anaclagon]

David muttered towards John as they stood there clapping and such.

"Odd huh.." David softly said.

"I know what you mean...kinda like trying to avoid the dead stuff and focusing on those who lived and such. Eh...their trying to make it seem we can keep on living, that we can survive, liberate the world" John muttered back.

"Woudnt we do the same thing? I dont blame anybody if its like this...we need all the confidence and high morale we can get...who knows if morale was low and everybody just went mad..." David replied back.

"Shh you two, come on, look professional" A pilot responded from the back, another american.

"Yea you keep it down Marcus" David jokingly replied.

[dinoman666]

Letting out a bellow of fury, Ghidrah sprang forward, digging his sharp fangs into Legendarus' throat, strangling him. He sent electrical pulses through the dragon at the same time.

[Legendary Elite]

Legendarus quickly retaliated with whipping and lashing from his tail and broke free and then flew up and back down before slamming his enemy into the ground whilst still airborne...

[dinoman666]

Ghidrah latched onto Legendarus' stomach, clawing at it with his talons and leaving deep, painful gashes. He with a furious kick, he winded Legendarus and knocked him away from him. Jumping to his feet, he flew off, exhausted and preferring to rest. He'd deal with the dragon later if he stayed.

[Legendary Elite]

Legendarus fell to the ground below. Getting back up he roared and launched an acid flame, striking Ghidrah's tail and then stopping to watch as his acid started to give off 3rd degree burns to Ghidrah. He then paused and relaxed and watched as the wounds started to heal...

[dinoman666]

Ghidrah whipped his tail against a building, rubbing the acid away before it could do much damage. He perched on the ruins of a building a fair distance away, letting his wounds heal.

[Legendary Elite]

Legendarus roared in victory even though he knew he would meet Ghidrah again regardless. Still, today this battle had been his. He quickly sat down and relaxed...

[Iceking]

Darkfang rose to his feet and walked toward the enterance of his cave, his yellow eyes holding a look of intelligence and stealth in them. He walked out into the sunlight and headed for the jungle. Once inside, the dragon would be harder to see as the plants would be hiding his position.

[Doc 42]

Drexler finally finished speaking to each individual soilder, having given John a reassureing wink when awarding his medal. Once he was finished and having said his words, the media decended like a plague. Jacobs eyes widened, seeing a woman with a microphone head right for him, wielding it as if it was a spear ready to impale him. He couldnt help but think her camera man looked like someone with a bazooka planning to blow him away if he so much as coughed.

Another reporter managed to the american pilots first, thrusting a microphone towards John and his fellow pilots and shouting a little too loudly "Please please sirs. Could you tell us how you feel to be fighting away from home in a war which technically isnt your problem?!?" he was a little too enthusiastic but so was everyone. This was how press conferences were held now days. wasn't so much a conference as a reporter feeding frenzy. The soilders and officerss rounded up like terrifyed fish, having to bunch together, shivering with fear before the pirahana like reporters were set loose upon them.

[Anaclagon]

"Well uh..." David just looked at John...John always did the talking and today would be no different.

"Well...lets just say we came here because we wanted to help. Back in America, things arent as bad compared to certain parts of the world and because where we were stationed, it wasnt as uh...screwed up. We decided to come here to uh...help you guys out, besides the dragons are everybody's problems and if were going to help the world, we wanted to start with our good buddies in England so uh thank you...sir" John replied just finding the right words to say. It was almost ammusing and with a short glance towards David...his wingman was did his best on not trying to laugh.

[Doc 42]

The reporter thrust is microphone closer again and shouted "How do you feel about being asked to work beside the DDASF?!?!?" a bit further away, a similar question was being shouted at a flight officer, asking how he felt about the Americans. Jacob made a swift dodge to the side as the reporter lunged for him with her mic. Saying "Sir, how do you feel about the seeming hopelessness decending onto our people?" Jacob calmly responded, well used to these attacks "Hopelessness? If your talking about the simple fact that the DDASF is capable of wipeing every dragon from this country within the next 10 years, I would say I feel very good about it."