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Originally Posted by Drago Victinius Bloodward

Drago started to move again when another javelin faster than the rest shot at him this one pierced the armor on his leg and went straight through burrowing in the ground behind he growled falling to one knee and healed the wound then stood back up knocking aside another javelin his armor glowed and changed to a (look at my profile pic its hard to explain in words all the details) he let his rage fuel him as he pulled his arms back the with open palms thrust his arms forward a powerful blast shot towards the wall obliterating it and creating a massive breach which drago with a thunderous war cry charged towards Arya right behind him their combined army loosed their own war cries and followed racing over the hill like a tidal wave drago realized the garrison of olisia was only 8k strong he grinned and said to Arya next to him "this'll be quick" the next 30 mins was a blur of swords and blood for him as he cut through the enemy with Arya and their soldiers they reached the citadel and drago kicked open the 10ft wide and 20ft high golden doors knocking off their hinges he was confronted with a hail of arrows as 50 elite elven soldiers that had bows and swords released their arrows he grabbed arya and thrust her behind him as their soldiers raised their shields to block the arrows most arrows that him bouned harmlessly off his armor but one stuck in his arm through a small gap between the armor he broke off the arrow leaving the arrowtip in his arm and rushed forward cutting down the elites before they could draw their swords then stood face to face with the lord of the city who starred at him coldly with yellow eyes a green spear in hand the lord rushed drago spinning the spear above his head he swung it at drago who broke it with his fist then stabbed the elf killing him he let the body fall to the floor they had won

Fires raged. Darkwings spread her deadly black flames at the dwarves in front of her. Behind their forces several dragons were dropping armor and weapons to the enslaved Elsguardians, who then began rebelling against their captors. Within several minutes the dwarves has begun fleeing, and Darkwings roared, “Kill them! We can’t let them reach their king!”

Just as she turned round to get the bound slaves out of their bindings, an arrow flew through the air and struck her wing membrane, slicing right through it. She fell to the cobblestone ground with a roar of pain and clutched her injured wing. She looked up at the black form descending gracefully, and growled, “Tharek.”