Sound the Drums of War

[heatblast996]

Thrax literally bended his back at a 90 degree angle, letting Rex's blade pass over him. He smirked, then let his own swords of fire and magma come up and lock over the Rex's weapon. "Surprise."

He pulled to the side as he jumped in that direction as well, letting his foot travel in the direction of Rex's leg. If it went as planned, Rex would be left on the ground unarmed and out of breath.

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Van Kleiss watched the battlefield, letting his eyes never stray as he watched both of his sons. "Would you rather I kill everyone now? I thought you preferred chaos over a long period of time...."

He scowled. "Besides, it seems I have finally found the other one after all of these years. And, just my luck, he seems to be spearheading the crusade against us."

He pointed at Rex. "I thought you promised to take care of both of them, even if you couldn't do it directly. But, it seems you preferred to watch our own Chase."

It was bad enough that he had two sons without their mother, but now he had another one in which the mother didn't want it to be known.

[Toothless]

Flickering crimson orbs filled with anger narrowed down upon the werewolf, the Night Fury lifting himself up onto his paws as well, nostrils flaring in a bitter rage. It appeared he had one werewolf off his back for now, and just one to deal with. For how long? Ebony scaled dragon wasn't quite sure. All he knew was that Snotlout downed him, and that somehow, he'd have to get back at him. How? The bitter thought sparked in his head as it sparked in his mouth. Fire. He still had fire to use against the viking werewolf. The dragon needed to use precise targeting, and he needed to be quick before the werewolf did something else to harm the dragon. His jaws opened up, releasing a flame out to harm the werewolf.

Hopefully, the shock of losing his flight and tail fin wouldn't cause him to miss. If Sokka attacked him, things would get even worse. He'd have to hope that wasn't the case. The winged reptile would just see if the canine man sustained and injury, then flee for his life.

[Snotlout]

Really, Snotlout was too caught up in his boasting about downing a dragon to really notice the fact that there was a ball of fire headed straight for him. He was practically prancing by that point, doing a sort of wolfish victory dance, before he finally took notice of the fire heading toward him. "OH FU-"

WHOOSH!

Snotlout was hit dead on. Blackish-brown fur was engulfed in the dragon's almost blue flames and a painful howl escaped him. Never before had Snotlout actually been struck by a dragon's fire. Hell, he didn't know if any Viking had. All he knew was that it hurt! He didn't even care about his manly pride by that point. He had to get the fire out. So, Snotlout did the only thing he could think of to do; he flopped over onto his back and began trying to roll the flames out on the ground. He even went so far as to shift back to human form just to make it a little easier on himself.

"OH, I AM HURT! I AM VERY MUCH HURT!"

Who cared if he was stealing Tuffnut's phrase by that point? Werewolf Viking was in pain!