Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140111165921

Dunlammus kicked the Guard who was flaunting his sword in an attempt at a taunt, causing him to fall backwards. He'd probably be fine in a few minutes, but it bought Dunlammus some time. Turning around and looking down, staring into the Commander's eyes, Dunlammus had but onw thing to say. "Any last words?"

Tyranil was honestly surprised he'd managed to hit the dragon in the eye with his thrown arrows, and more surprised still that they actually did something. Tyranil was preparing to throw another one when the holy ward broke, and he summoned his Scythe. Now capable of using all of his shadow powers, Tyranil summoned his wings as well and took to the air. "C'mon at me, dragon!", Tyranil taunted, tyraing to lure the dragon into the air and into doing a charge.