The Fantasy RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz clenched his clawed hand, the clumps of sand exploding, freeing it from the gusts of wind, half of it splattering onto Stimeak, once again aging whatever it touched. The golden behemoth was able to manipulate the sand as if it was alive, but had many more tricks in store for the cross breed, if it managed to survive...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak was getting tired faster than normal.... he couldn't understand it....
This sand didnt help the equation... he could try takeing control over it by giving it a life, but he didn't have that kind've experiance or skill with white magic.... The best defence is a good offence.... nonsense, but a good offence is better than nothing. The wind kept blowing, but now parts of cloud were sucked into it, the clouds solidifying into jagged chunks of ice, being hurled towards the golden dragon...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz opened his maw, another torrent of sand pouring out, slamming into the ice, stopping it dead in its tracks. Suddenly, the ice began to melt, the sand's effects the same on the ice. The sand that hit the ground began snaking over to Stimeak, ready to strike like a serpent. Tyranastrasz closed his maw, the sand ending as the ice was nothing but a puff of vapor, focusing back on Stimeak...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak let out a roar, beating his wings and trying to escape the sand. He desperately swung one fist out, a cloud of hail forming into a fist in mid air and punching The Golden dragon in the jaw, trying to break his concentration....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz snarled, slamming a claw into the ice, shattering it into many different pieces. The sand, now that its controller was distracted, held back slightly, slowly starting to regain its dangerous properties as Tyranastrasz dealt with the ice...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak took his oppertunity, instead of pausing to try heal the strange damage the sand was doing, he beat his wings, rising higher into the air and span around, gathering control over the calm storm around them. He suddenly thrust one hand foreward, a lightning bolt stretching out of a cloud behind him and hammering into the golden dragon's shoulder....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz roared in pain, but none the less focused forward, the sand below Stimeak disintegrating into the ground. "This is only the beginning, Stimeak...." he growled, clawed hands glowing brightly, wings flapping in a constant beat. Suddenly, the room began to contort and change, the light becoming blinding at that point. Now, the two were flying over the vast Industrialist capital city, now in the past, during when the faction of humans were in their prime...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak looked down, eyes darting around with amazement. Some giant city... he didn't recognise it.... Nor did he recognise those who walked in it or how its was designed.... He didn't let his temport lapse in concentration last, this was just a ploy to distract him... He angled himself foreward, bringing the wind racing with him, rocketing him towards Tyrannastrasz, claws outstretched, keeping his mouth closed, he was well aware of how easy an open mouth was as a target.

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz's wings gave one giant flap, propelling him to the side of the incoming dragon, who flew pasted him. Opening his maw, another torrent of sand spilled over the crossbreed, laying on its back like mud, already aging whatever it touched.

[Doc 42]

Stimeak continued the motion, angleing around in a circle, rain speeding up with him aswell, mixing in with the sand and erodeing the mud... Stimeak gave a low grunt, spinning around and slinging a spell from his hand, a snow ball forming in mid air and twirling towards Tyrannastrasz's head....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz snarled, ducking down as his wings flapped, slamming his shoulder into Stimeak's stomach, massive jaws biting into his side. The sand that remained now because useless, unable to control the sand now that he was focusing on close combat...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak snarled in pain, desperately thrashing for a moment, losing control over the storm he was calling his weapons from... He pulled his head around, snapping at the other Dragons sides, his front teeth draging cuts through its flank but unable to get a good grip....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz's jaws didn't move, but began slashing wildly with his arms, not paying attention to where he was striking, only knowing that he was hitting somewhere on the dragon's body. He began moving the dragon back slightly, using his superior size to maneuver it into a position where it would plummet to the ground...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak desperately kicked and tried to slash at the larger dragon, scoring his claws down the dragons side once, it was difficult to hit him being at such an awkward angle, then his foot caught on Tyrannastrasz's elbow, He dug his claws in, peircing the scales before tearing his foot back, failing to catch the bone thus failing to break it.....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz roared, using all of his strength to pull the dragon to the side, pushing forward as he made both of them plummet, kicking off the dragon's chest as he let go, wings expanding as he slowed to a stop, watching the falling dragon below.

[Doc 42]

Stimeak smiled, seeing the increasingly desperate situation as a blessing. He threw his hands foreward, not to save himself, but to call down his storm once again, a sheet of a razor sharp hail bursting out of the clouds and hammering into Tyrannastraz's back, peircing through his wings....

He pulled his head back, falling into a vertical dive straight towards the ground, letting the air fill into his wings as he attempted to pull out of it smoothly, not going to waste his concentration trying to use the wind to catch him....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz roared in pain, falling toward the ground, the attack damaging his wings, but didn't make them completely useless. As he neared Stimeak, another torrent of sand slammed into the cross breed's head and back, making him plummet once again...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak rolled out of the pillar of sand, levling out and then pointing both hands down, both flashing as a blue glow ran down the length of his arms... Suddenly he was thrown upwards, the wind carrying up as if he was in the centre of a small but powerful area of low pressure. He angled towards the falling Giant above, weaving in and out to avoid attacks while slowly freezing a jagged blade of ice onto his fist, preparing to try impale the golden beast....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyranastrasz roared, wings spreading out as he glided to one side, a bright blinding light emitting from seemingly no where. Suddenly, the city below was filled with movement, many humans doing various things. "Now lets see you deal with the Industrialist Empire!" the golden dragon roared, laughing as he glided toward the outskirts of the city, hoping to avoid being seen, or at least that they would focus on his enemy...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak's eyes widened. This couldn't be the industrialists... he had heard stories about their cities, huge stacks bellowing out pillars of smoke, strange machines which didnt use magic to operate.... Then he noticed something which didnt seem quite possible. The people below could see him... they were pointing... others running.... A bell begun ringing.... It wasn't any illusion, he was really there.

He brought his hands close to his chest, calming his body, the storm following him dropping down around him, clouding him from view. Only problem was now he couldn't see Tyrannastraz... A whisspering voice echoed in his ear "Stimeak... The life essence... find it.... use it..." He smirked and snarled mentally "Shut up Gamal"....

He blinked, his eyes glowing bright white as they opened.... The area was full of life... but nothing was quite as apparent as Golden dragon flying away from him... even if he couldnt see it... he could sense its life force.... Concentrating, he struck out with a bolt of lightning, the blinding arc of power hammering into Tyrannastraz's shoulder, the crackle of electricity shocking over his wing and chest....