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Originally Posted by Equinox
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.”
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*darkeings wasn’t the only one struck spirit was too but more under her wings and she then looked at the rest of her army as they attacked by suprise. Then she exclaimed* “from the shadows of dusk come the dusk army! For elseguard!” The army related her cry.