605 I am fire! I am dea-AH!

Kreld Gaeveled wakes up with a start, he was sweating with goosebumps and quickly sat up to look around, his fear of the masked assassins that'd easily killed the Reverend fresh in his memory... Even with himself attempting to push them back, he found they were somehow more skillful than even her was... Having been a dueling champion for a few years in a row, this was an incredibly unlikely event.

His wife Merdrah slowly awakens and looks at him quizzically, "Mmmh, it is early.... Is something wrong?" she asks after seeing his expression.

Kreld shakes his head, "Er, no... Not at all, just wondering if I had something to do today." he mutters, slumping back down onto their bed.

However, it was in that moment when *CRASH* *ROAAAAAR*, "FOOLISH MORTALS!". Kreld zips up for the second time this morning, leaping out of bed and grabbing his sword that was propped up against the bedside. Merdrah was also up, rapidly getting dressed into some fancy, yet comfortable clothes in-case she needed to flee.

Kreld dashed to the window still in his underwear and looked outside at his city, Rakverelyn, only to see a huge golden dragon standing on the wall swatting at the guards trying to attack it. He goes pale, the stories he'd heard about the Gold Ones made him sure that his city and himself were going to be annihilated. "Merdrah! Get to the Cellar!" he shouts before rushing to assist his men against the beast.

He ran out of the keeps front entrance still in his underwear and wielding his sword, taking in the sight of buildings crushed and burning, charred corpses, and innocent people running to the keep for protection. He's almost knocked over when people rush through the now open entrance to seek salvation against the beast tearing his city apart.

He glances at the beast and sees his guards weapons striking uselessly against the beast's scales, with the same phenomenon happening even to the ballistae attached to the wall... "Gods." he mutters, feeling similar despair to that he'd felt during the Eternal Fire's Feast.

With the feeling of dread overtaking him he bites his lip and charges at the dragon, his sword drawn. He runs up the stairway to the wall and gets close enough to it's slowly swaying tail to get a strike in...

*CLANK!*

...

His sword bounces off as if he'd struck granite, the sword that'd been crafted in Mahakam and even imbued with runes was less useful than a pickaxe in this situation. His shocked frown only lasts a moment as the dragon reflexively flicks at its attacker as if it were a fly. Pelting him in the chest and knocking him a couple meters, into the ballistae and almost off of the wall itself.

He gasps and groans at the feeling of his chest being crushed by the blow, glancing up only to see one of his soldiers get bitten in half through his armour... The rest of his men begin to flee, realising that the city was lost and that they stood no chance of defending it.

Kreld looks on somberly as the dragon triumphantly roars as everyone flees, leaving the only person near it himself.

"Pathetic mortals! FEAR MY POWER!" it says with mirth, roaring into the sky.

Kreld grits his teeth "What power! You're nothing but a beast! A barbaric beast that is even lower than us "mortals"!!" he exclaims, the pain in his chest not lessening.

Schall turns his head to whoever was daring enough to speak such words, seeing an almost naked man lying weakly against some kind of wooden contraption. He growls, clambering towards the weak thing that seeks death. "You say I am more lowly than you creatures? I am a Dragon! The world belongs to us, and you live only because we deem it merciful." it states.

Kreld can feel the temperature around him rising as the dragon gets closer and closer, it's hot breath washing over him as if he'd entered a sulfur-rich hot spring. He edges backwards, slowly maneuvering around the ballistae.

Schal snorts, a small flame escaping from its nostril as he sees the small creatures attempt to retreat away from him, even despite its brave front earlier. "Well then? Speak your last words, this is the only mercy I will grant, as I will destroy the rest of this pitiful settlement due to your insult."

Kreld "I-I... Forgive me, I meant not my words... Kill me but be lenient to the others!" he asks.

Schall grins sadistically and leans in closer to the man, "I intend to devour the rest, we Dragons have been merciful enou-"

*THEEWP!*

*CRACK!*

*SQUELCH!*

Just as the Dragon was finishing or indeed, beginning its monologue Kreld released the catch on the ballistae after waiting for the right moment. Miraculously the Ballistae bolt penetrated the Golden Dragons slitted eye in between a blink, it lodged deeply within it but didn't reach the brain unfortunately...

Schall "ARRGH! YOU WILL SUFFER!" He roars, closing his eyes and thrashing its claws while spewing fire randomly around itself. It manages to smash the Ballistae Kreld was behind, sending him flying.

He eventually rolled to a halt, almost having fallen off of the wall, however, the Dragon could still smell him. It turned it's head towards him while still shooting out a torrent of face-meltingly hot flames. Kreld was left without any other option and threw himself off of the wall, getting burned slightly as the wall behind him was scorched red hot as well as melting slightly.

He fell a long way, trying to land properly but breaking both of his legs as he hits the floor, bashing his head and going unconscious.

Schall had lost track of the man, opening it's one good eye and looking around, only seeing the burned remains of the wall. Deciding that it needed more knowledge of these mortals in order to destroy them he flew up and left, the injury to its eye bringing it a small deal of fear towards the creatures, this of course being the first injury it'd ever sustained.

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