"Da Sigrun, lets..." he let out in answer while titling his head a bit at the Wyverns. What were they saying, what was everyone else saying? He could just about make out certain words.
And they were pissing him off.
Zses nods at Mamushka "Yup: they're saying Lyosha 'bears the sign of the Father of Linnorms' or something, and are asking him to pay either in 'humility or blood'."
The witch shrugs "It sounds to me they're just making excuses up to eat us."
"... what?" Neverhome said, twitching, not in response to the threat, but to the title that was said.
"Regardless of what they said, they're afraid of you, or they would have attacked already." Sigrun replies, locking her eyes on the wyverns.
Neverhome couldn't help but chuckle at Sigrun's comment. "Foolish slugs, to believe I am who they should fear."
Chuckling some more Neverhome tilted his head from side to side as he regarded the drakes. "You find me insulting, and yet you are your own disgrace. So lazy and fat that your maker had to make wings from your bodies so that you could even move..."
As he talked the various lines of scar tissue lining his body began to redden, some even reopening as his nails elongated.
"So come down and play
Go ahead and try to indulge in your feast
Then we'll see who's become worse beast" he growled as that familiar smell of burning flesh and sulfur started to spoil the air. "So you want my blood, that of an absent Father?" he growled again while his claws up at them, inviting.
At Neverhome's taunting Percy prepares for the inevitable and readies a bolt of bubbling acid from the cinders of her arms.
"They do look kind of fat, now that you mentioned it." the witch grins self-confident "Wonder how they got like that: I bet they won't be able to take even a single bite from us."
At your display of aggression, the Wyverns charge. The larger one attacks Neverhome, grabbing him in its jaws. The smaller (injured) creature does the same to Hobbes.
Ered uses the moment to whip his blade around the ugly creature trying to eat their smaller ally.
His strikes are ferocious and leave a mark of the snowflake on the poor excuse for dragon kind.
Mule help Friend Neverhome!
He growled out dropping his bow and charging torwards the smaller one attacking on Hobbes. He was glad the healy magics of friend Vashti cleared up the darkness in his eyes, it just wouldnt do to hit his friends with his katana.
Hobbes tries to escape. "Hey! Let go of me, chopper face!"
Hila tries to help her friend by biting the wyvern attacking him.
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Her emerald eyes flashing, the most unusual thing happens to Sigrun. She feels the rage building but instead of releasing it, turns it inward, crystalizing into an icy calm.
"You have made your last mistake." she says bringing her blade flashing down on the creature attacking her beloved.
Percy screams at the puny dragon kin eating Hobbes. She conjures a beam of sapping energy and directs it at the pest!
But has to pull her shot to avoid hitting her allies!
Neverhome snarls back at the Dragonkin as he begins clawing into its face.
Zses curses the wyvern that grabbed Neverhome, before chuckling at the sorry situation the lizard was going to find itself in in a couple of moments.
"भवदीय जीवन गमिष्यामि लघु, गरुत्मत् गृहगोधिका!"
As the party unleashes pain on the Wyverns, Hobbes barely manages to wriggle free of his opponent's grasp. Bleeding heavily, it stabs the halfling with a barbed stinger before flying 15ft into the air. Neverhome's captor, meanwhile, begins to tear into the grappled Barbarian in a bestial fury.
Seeing Hobbes get impaled on the other wyvern's stinger Neverhome begins frantically thrashing in the grip of his.
"Mamushka! Help Hobbes!"
Hobbes lets out a grunt as the poison takes its effect. He raises his bow anyway at the offending reptile. "You'll pay for that ya oversized iguana!"
Hila springs at the one attacking Neverhome.
Zses frowns at the Wyvern shrugging off his curse. Letting out a nervous laugh, he hopes that Lyosha was going to escape from the lizard's jaws.
Eyes swirling with silver light Vashti calls down the power of her Goddess, causing the wounds of her adopted children to close. Long handfuls of hair turn white and silver as the magic courses from her fingers.
With eerie calm, Sigrun's blade falls again,as inevitable as death herself.
Ered closes the gap to the enemy engaged on the ground, his blade finding a spot to mark the hide of the creature, but his second struggles to find a space between the bodies.
Hobbes' second arrow pierces the smaller Wyvern's eye, and it crashes lifelessly to the ground. Neverhome wiggles free of the larger Wyvern's jaws as it receives multiple serious injuries from the wrath of the party. It still has life left, though, and in a bestial frenzy, tears into Neverhome with all its strength.
Eyes going cold, countenance like stone Sigrun growls two simple words.
Hurry up and die already! Percy screams in frustration. She gathers her flame and roasts the overgrown chicken.
The elf, having no fire currently at his disposal, strikes again with the ferocity of winter, stepping closer to draw the beast's attention.
As his body hit the ground and convulsed the flames and poison weeping from his wounds flared up one last time. From the this fell pyre three flames lingered and started to rise, taking on a serpentine motion as they quickly wound up into the Dragonkin's breast. Though one was buffeted the other two wormed their way through its scales and flesh, eating away at its soul and heart.
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"Damnit. Take this ya stupid scale belly."
Hila continues to tear into the wyvern.
Zses throws a panicked glance at the Wyvern, his laugh slowly dying down.
He had started to move torwards the smaller wyvern as it fell he turned to watch friend Neverhome fall...
No! no no no no!
He growled clearly unhappy by the turn of events. He charged at the creature and leapt dropping his katana and leaping for the wyvern's tail trying to wrestle it under control to keep it from stinging anyone else...
Ered and Percy injury the Wyvern, but it's the tandem attacks of Hobbes and Hila that finally bring it down.
Percy spots on the nearest corpse, then moves to assist vashti however she can.
"Hey, is the kid okay?" Hobbes says with a little worry in his voice.
Hila walks over to Lyosha. "Hey, wake up." She says nudging him with her snout.
As the last wyvern's death throes peter out, Sigun releases the fortress of mind and body that came with the battle stance. Immediately fatigue floods in, her limbs feeling like lead. It doesn't begin to compare to her heart.
Turning her head in what feels like moving through molasses, she sees the broken body of her beloved Lyosha. She doesn't even register her own movement yet in the blink of an eye she is on her knees at his side, a low keening wail of heart rending anguish, building as it tears it's way out of the depths of her soul.
He cringed at the sound of Sigrun's wail. He knew what that sound meant and it tore at him. Lately He and Friend Lyosha had not seen eye to eye at all it seemed, but that didnt matter. He was a friend to the Samurai. One of the few friends the catfolk could honestly mention. He wasnt entirely sure what these flying dragonlike creatures with stingers fully were... but he knew what he was going to do. He moved to his katana quickly returning to the large one first... then the smaller one, cutting off each creatures head and its dangerous stinger thing.
If friend Neverhome was going to the afterlife... he was going with trophies of his prowess. He took the things and gently quietly placed them at the fallen warriors feet Before dropping to his knees in silence, mourning silently...even his tail hung limply about his waist.
Allie looks down, tears filling her eyes. Why Neverhome? Is he really dead? Allie shook her head. "He isn't dead. He is faking. He can't be dead. He's just faking it." Allie lets out a sob.
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Ered quietly stands by Vashti, planting his sword into the ground. He doesn't speak at all. It is an uncharacteristic silence for the usually outspoken elf.
Like Ered, Zses too stays silent, looking at Vashti as if to ask her if there was anything she could do.