by TyrannoTitan » Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:20 am
Missiles and fireballs flew through the air, destroying eachother as the two clashing beings repositioned themselves. Frank narrowed his eyes at the dragon across from him, the Ka-50's rotters humming the only sound around them. The red behemoth roared, rocketing forward as it fired a few balls of flame from its maw. Frank maneuvered the helicopter into a barrel roll, easily avoiding both the fireballs and the dragon itself, swinging around behind it as four missiles launched from the chopper's wings. The dragon looked back at the missiles, but discovered the attack too late, the anti-tank missiles exploding against its hide, open wounds appearing on its back, sending it hurling toward the ground. Not waiting for the behemoth to recover, Frank powered the chopper forward, the cannons firing a stream of bullets into the falling dragon's open wounds, further damaging the beast, but surprisingly didn't damage the spine, which was now an open target without the thick scales protecting it.
The dragon swung around, covering its face as the bullets sank into its scales, but couldn't pierce them. Pulling the chopper into hovering, Frank stopped momentarily, firing missiles from the chopper, the twin missiles swerving toward their target, which squeezed its wings together after one giant flap, the missiles zipping past the red behemoth. Frank clenched his teeth, pulling back the chopper, making it dunk under the incoming dragon, which flew overhead. Suddenly, the missiles plowed into the dragon's back once more, the beast howling in pain as its spine snapped from the explosion, plummeting toward the ground, the explosions overhead making the Ka-50 shake, but Frank quickly gained control once more. "Dodge that ya b*stard..." Frank said, relaxing as the helicopter hovered in place. "Very nice Frank! A bit long to kill the damn thing, though. Be quicker next time." a voice said over the radio, a few other helicopters appearing in front of him. "Ahh, but I made it last that long on purpose, Rico, I wanted a fight, not a slaughter." Frank said, smirking to himself. Frank himself was from Russia, as with Rico and a few others in his small group, others being from America and the UK, but together the group had moved around the remains of Europe, moving from the remains of military outposts, refueling and resupplying their machines, as well as taking out any threats along the way...