Excerpt from the journal of Draxus Ultimax: The Last Stand of the Four Races: Dragons and Demons
The beating of the wings, accompanied by the rising shouts and screams of the battle below were the only sounds I could hear from our position in the air.
Upon the dunes I could see the two opposing sides of the battle rushing eachother, though my eyes were upon the sky at the moment scanning for our predators.
Gzalmash took a quick dive and I struggled to hang on, noticing only at the last second why. We had just evaded the mighty black shadow of who I would later discover to be Grasheldrous the Black. The rider upon the back of the shadowy wyrm was a demon knight readying an arrow. Pulling hard on the reigns I veered us away from the green arc it left, as phosphorescent acid dripped across its trail creating a traced effect of its flight. Two, three more passed by us and the fouth landed in my shield eating into its enchanted metal, smouldering with evil as it burned into it, "What unholy magic is this?" I thought to myself as we flew on.
Readying my lance Gzalmash directed his line of flight directly into that of Grasheldrous the Black after a quick half circle, flying in an inverted dive we met our opponents head on as they flew up at us. My lance met its mark, burying itself deep into the chest of the Demonknight, for he had not the reach with his sword to effectively attack. He was removed from the saddle of Grasheldrous and hung suspended on my lance as we flew, I could not shake him off and so I relenquished the lance and let it fall, seeing his form dissapearing into the darkess below still gripping the lance, writhing and screaming with a terrible sound that could only come from a tortured thing of the nine.
Gzalmash had survived that pass and maneuver unscathed though now I could see that we were outnumbered. Far above us I a massive shape loomed about to dive upon our position, "Fhelkhorn!!!", I yelled to Gzalmash, looking up at the last second and taking a quick break to the right he saved me from the jaws of razorsharp teeth that snapped only inches away.
Below I could see that at this point the last stand was being beaten back and the numbers of fallen were growing. "Andarus save us" I though to myself in haste.
Gzalmash dove from our position now and we were on the tail of Grasheldrous the Black with Fhelkhorn in chase, claws extended like an eagle about to grab a fish, Gzalmash reached Grasheldrous and dug well into the armored scales upon his back drawing a river of blood. Grasheldrous roared defiantly and rolled away from the attack and dug his teeth into the hind flank of Gzalmash's leg. Gzalmash let loose a blast of his breath into the face of the Black Dragon, beaking away from the pain and the ensuing gush of blood.
The black clouds in the sky had begun to rain upon the desert and I felt the droplets cool across my face as a blast of fire from behind nearly baked me inside my armor, sturdy as it was. I have never felt anything so hot in my entire life as the air from that blast of fire. Fhelkorn commenced his attack from behind and Gzalmash anticipating it broke left and evaded the mushroom of flame, Fhelkhorn broke away as Grasheldrous met us again from the side this time and as tooth and claw met in the most terrible roars I have ever heard we began to fall…
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