THE ELDER TERYR
When Seraphina aimed her hooves at his leg a sickening THWACK of bone sounded first, followed by a scream - no, a screech. With Leviathan and Torstein upon his wing there was little to be left to imagination. Before too long feathers and blood scattered the sand, the devastational impact of the two warlord's attacks. With Avdotya upon his tail and the painted stallion swooping for the bones in his wing, strike after strike and blow after blow, soon enough the beast's fury turned to panic. It was with Bexley's boot into a crucial joint that one more squeal pierces the air and the creature lifted what he could of his wings and sent them in one almoghty outward sweep, expelling the fleas that wrenched and kicked at his hide. Perhaps if his wings were still in one piece he would have taken off, though with injuries this severe it was far too late for that. Instead the monster would resort to fighting off his attackers, even if it meant they killed him first. EVERYONE TAKES A 3 OF DAMAGE!
The teryr has just knocked everyone back!
ALL SHALL FADE
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