[Post here first] Southern Savannah

The roar of the dragon temporarily distracted the behemoth from its focus of attacking Spero, but before its minimal intelligence could reroute to turn it toward the Earthwarden, it was being bombarded with attacks. A hammer powered with enchanted silver slammed into one of its talons, causing the black bony substance to crack alarmingly, chips of it flaking off and crashing to the ground. Several arrows wreathed in flame careened into its tough structure, and the flame caused the Myst to recoil until the fire went out. Ice being fired along its back didn't seem to affect either the behemoth's bone structure or the Myst that continued to roil.

With its attention distracted enough that it had forgotten what it was doing, the behemoth hovered motionless for several long moments, then it moved. They might notice the Myst around it seeming to retreat, but those who were truly perceptive would realize that the amount of Myst that swarmed the creature had actually depleted.. and something had happened as the thick fog was consumed: All the projectile weapons which had been embedded in its bones popped out and tumbled to the ground so far below, and the wounds inflicted by heavenly sword, lightning-covered blade, and silver-powered hammer, were repaired. Then with another earth-shaking roar, the behemoth resumed action, its giant talon-tipped appendage lashing out toward the Land-Tiller's mages that stood before it, its attention apparently zeroed in upon the dragon who was the biggest creature around, aside from itself.

The Dwarf's mustache furled out of frustration. Why wouldn't it go down! He hit it and it reformed? This was not right! He looked all over himself. There were all sort of anti-magical trinkets, enchantments, and spells upon him. What was to fear? He put his great hammer away, pulled out his axe and one handed hammer, and ran for the core of the beast, if it would have one, his axe held high to block attacks while his hammer low for a good upwards swing once he got close. 

Vikha was still really far away. She stopped every little while to catch her breath, before sprinting ahead again, skeleton vermin resting on her shoulder. She wasn't exactly sure what she could offer in a fight of such magnitude, aside from perhaps the classic useless person's moral support. However, she didn't think that far ahead, and just charged forward, panting.

Commodore Finches' sacrifice would not be in vain. By helping out the Land-Tillers she had bought them enough time to regroup. By now their arrows were in full blaze. The fiery presence Jun had brought to bear on the battlefield was at full strength.

The Land-Tillers fired a barrage of flaming arrows and fire spells at one of the creature's limbs.

Meanwhile, Catriona's arrow, while in midflight, would suddenly erupt into a blast of fire, still directed towards the creature's head.

Jun continued to circle back and forth. The fiery being she was channeling was remarkable. The way it used fire and heat to protect the army made her feel as though it felt genuine compassion towards the combatants.

She could see why this was such a favored spell of her father's, and how useful it must have been during the undead invasion of Aaedan.

Sid let loose his arrow and then turned to grav Cat. The monster was getting far too close for comfort. He finds that she had the same idea so he takes off with her. Hopefully they'd get clear of the behemoth's attack.

Leiron's spear was charged and flowing with magic. The elf placed the shaft in the crook of his arm and his armpit, his hand held the spear and this placement gave him a powerful thrusting position as his dragon brought him closer to the monster.

He pointed the spear at the ice that Asadobres had planted. The elf closed his eyes and roared, "Me'urra Ehta, cry havoc!" Lightning arced from the spear at the ice; a flash of light and thundering boom erupted from the surge of energy. The lightning hit the ice with all its heat and bluster, energy coursing in a sudden flash through ice from Asa's attack; the ice changing into hot steam in an instant.

Urist would find that the behemoth didn't seem to have any sort of core or focal point for its consciousness or power, so any attempt to seek out a weak point would be fruitless. And Kerynlos would discover that the thick Myst was unaffected by his ice, though it did seem to recoil, deterred by the chilled air that surrounded him. Any of the acid from Elizabeth's charging attack that dripped onto the behemoth's stony black structure began to eat away at the skeletal form, slowly but surely, though it went ignored by the behemoth - as did the fiery arrows it was being pelted with, although those flames made the exterior layers of black bone char and flake away.

What got its attention was the sudden surge of lightning that impacted its bony spine, the electricity enhanced by the ice that had coated its bones. The behemoth roared in pain, chunks of black bone flying away as the frozen bone cracked in the sudden change of temperature. Its attention turned upward, away from the mages and people on the ground, and it attempted to smack the dragon and its rider out of the air with a giant talon-tipped appendage. It was large, but slow, and the swing missed only barely, the tips of its talons scraping along Asadobres' trailing tail. But its attention seemed to be attracted by Spero as it missed the dragon-rider combo, perhaps because he was charging his attack, and the behemoth swung at him instead. The Myst retreated once more, sinking into the behemoth's structure and repairing the cracks inflicted by various weapons and attacks; the thinning Myst revealed the hazy silhouette of the creature's back end, large bony legs and a long spike-tipped tail that was rapidly forming from the Myst itself, seemingly.

Spero maintained altitude and focus. He already knew his attacks were effective, all that was left was launching one on a scale that couldn't be ignored. Behind him the Seraphim's seal begins to spin, a park of light appearing in it's center.

Leiron leaned forward and looked down. His face twisted into a well what now? look. "Asadobres, lets watch for now, if an opening appears we'll strike with Me'urra Ehta's Meteor. Until then, we observe." He started building up magic within himself.