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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 16:21:09 GMT -8
Her teeth were bared once more when she found herself being challenged. Just who did these little swamp gnomes think they were, issuing orders to HER?
"I will do... what? Last I checked, I'm the bigger one here. Faster. Stronger." With each word she tacked onto the list, she took a heavy step forward - eyes latched on the fool that acted as the leader to this petty party squatting in the mud. "Smarter. And I definitely smell better. I'd like to see you try to take MY kill, troll."
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Mar 31, 2017 4:57:30 GMT -8
The Orks could give one toss about the animal the dragon had killed, but what they would not endure was being challenged. The largest of the group would let out a low, guttural growl. To the Splitkull, the dragon had just made a statement that planted a target firmly on its back. In Splitkull culture, the only thing that mattered was who amongst them was the biggest, meanest, and most powerful Ork, and this was decided by the size and power of the enemies those Orks had brought down in battle. If the Boss was dead, any Ork that assisted in the killing of some giant beast the Orks didn't even have a name for would send those Orks to the front of the line for the title of Warboss.
Before the dragon's last insult had left its mouth, the large Ork stepped forward and flung the Greenling he'd previously stopped at the dragon, using the creature as a living missile. He threw the Greenling in a high arc in like with the dragon's head, trying to put him him over her head and onto her back. The Greenling could be heard screeching again as he flew through the hair, headed for his target.
With the leader's attack, the bulk of the rest of the Splitkulls broke into a run, but not directly towards Aepessa. Instead they ran to her right, obviously trying to position themselves as quickly as possible on her flank for an attack.
The leader gripped his axe, stood up straight and roared at his enemy; a call to battle for anything in earshot.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2017 9:27:39 GMT -8
To be interrupted by having a half-pint goblin thrown at her... now she REALLY was insulted. She was quick to hop up onto her hind legs and swing her head at the poor projectile that had been launched at her - which would likely send him flying elsewhere in a very broken state.
Her attention would then whip around to the critters now scuttling around to try and flank her - stupid creatures. As they moved into position, she would be coming back down onto all fours once again and leveling her attention clear to where they were attempting to attack from - taking her focus briefly off the meathead that was claiming to be their leader. She was prepared for a fight.
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Apr 1, 2017 18:03:30 GMT -8
The airborne Greenling would indeed bounce off of the dragon's skull as she raised her head to meet the creature, being flung with a screech. This would leave Aepessa's extended neck open for attack, and the large Ork leader would charge in an attempt to capitalize on it. By the time the Ork closed the distance, Aepessa was already back on all-fours, but as luck would have it she'd turned her attention to the pack of boys on her right. The large Ork leapt into the air, axe raised above his head as he flung himself at the giant beast before him. He brought the back of his axe down, trying to drive the razor sharp spike on the reverse of the blade into the area where Aepessa's neck met her shoulder.
The Orks that were the object of the dragon's attention during the leader's attack quickly fanned out, drifting more towards the monster's tail end on her right side as to avoid the big mouth full of pointy teeth.
"Wotch da tail!" the call would come from one in the mob, most of whom were armed with pretty ordinary-looking or even improvised weapons; spears, axes, spikes, and clubs appearing to be the flavor of this particular mob of Splitkull.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2017 19:52:36 GMT -8
She watched as the numbers scattered to avoid being a group kill, her body turning further towards the oncoming leader as she made to make a rotation for a sweep - only to stop when she felt the bolt of blinding pain through her back and neck. The point found it's mark as it managed to break past the scales, but this wasn't necessarily good. Her anger only flared up as she lashed with a claw with intent to snatch the idiot hanging from the axe and pin him to the ground - tail and wings lashing out wildly to keep the rest at bay for the moment.
Assuming she pried the tick from her back, he would find a very, VERY pissed off dragon pinning him and leering over him - and very much prepared to bite his head off with little qualms.
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Apr 2, 2017 5:47:31 GMT -8
Aepessa's attempt to swat the Ork down would succeed, at least as far as getting the large Greenskin back to the ground. She would knock the Ork to the ground, leaving his axe firmly planted in her scaly hide. The Ork hit the ground hard, but was back in motion in an instant, rolling and scrambling away from the dragon's powerful grasp, now without his axe. He dug into the ground as he pushed himself forward, moving more like an ape as he charged down Aepessa's left side, trying to further split the dragon's attention amongst her many attackers. This being the first beast of this type that these Splitkull had seen, the Orks on the dragon's right seemed to be in a holding pattern of sorts, trying to feel out her movements and attacks. They would wait for an opportunity to pounce, and one of the group would take his chances upon seeing the leader successfully plant his axe into the monster. The Ork closest to the front of the dragon on her right side, armed with a rather crude and dirty-looking spear, would follow the larger Ork's lead and close the gap between himself and the dragon while her attention was elsewhere (in this case, on the biggest Ork). The smelly, repugnant creature charged forward to the area between the dragon's front legs and back haunches, and jumped as he approached to try and give himself the best chance possible at using the claws on his feet and hands to climb up the side of the dragon and on to her back.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 20:55:58 GMT -8
Now she was pissed. The damn weapon was still in her back as the big oaf managed to slip out from her claw - her eyes trailing him for just a second. But she had to get the axe out before it became a problem, her head turning about on her neck to look for it - and she spotted the little minion running at her. It made the jump to try and mount her, and would be met with her tail lashing around to stop him... and likely slice the poor thing in half with the sharp end.
Regardless, she reached up with a claw to dislodge the weapon and let it clatter on the ground, the dark crimson of her blood starting to trickle out past her scales and run down them. But she was far too livid to care at this point. Her attention continued to turn, looking for that big idiot that ran around her.
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Apr 4, 2017 2:55:05 GMT -8
The Ork Aepessa attacked with her tail would see the dragon's appendage lashing towards him. Greenskin stabilized himself as best he could and with two hands held his crude-looking spear up so that when the dragon's tail collided with him, the spear would hopefully be driven into her tail as well. As her tail whipped into the Ork, Aepessa would find that the foul-smelling mixture of tar, mud, and probably other things she wouldn't want to think about, was much harder than the thick rancid paste it appeared to be; it was instead more like a thick layer of hard stone covering the Orks from head to toe (think non-Newtonian fluid, soft and pliable until force is applied, then it becomes hard). Similarly, if the spear had done its intended job, the dragon would also find the crude, dull looking implement was as strong as any spear could be, and sharp as a razor to boot. Clearly, there was some form of magic at work when it came to the Splitkull's chosen protection and weapons.
Even with his 'armor', the Ork, built out of heavy muscle and dense bone, would be flung like a ragdoll by the dragon's powerful tail. He would hit the ground a few dozen feet from where he was struck, coming to a rolling stop in the dirt. A single, gagging cough that produced a jet of phlegm and blood would foretell the internal injuries the Ork no doubt had just sustained.
In the same instant, the large Ork that had shot down the left side of the dragon had made it to the dragon's back left quarter, and immediately attempted to dig his claws into the dragon's leg. He would pull himself against the dragon's scaly hide, likewise trying to climb up onto the dragon's back.
((I fudged the position or the Ork with the spear a bit haha. Hope that's ok! I couldn't decide if he'd made it to the dragon or if she was trying to smack him out of the air, so if it seems strangely worded there in the first paragraph its because its a little strangely worded in the first paragraph lol.))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 11:08:52 GMT -8
The spear grazed off the smaller, tightly knitted scale pattern of her tail - but she definitely felt it hit. Stupid little things and their pointed weapons. But her attention fell squarely on the bigger Ork that was now latching onto her hindquarter and trying to climb up upon her behind. Her head whipped around quick, body bending easily to bring her teeth around as she sought to bite into the damned creature and rip him off of her. These pesky creatures were really starting to get on her nerves.
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Apr 12, 2017 13:48:04 GMT -8
The largest Ork would let out a blood curdling scream as the dragon's powerful maw chomped down around his middle. He forced the razor sharp claws on his hands and feet into the dragon's leg, trying to pierce its scaly hide. This was just about the only thing the Ork was capable of as every muscle in his body contracting at once. His hard armor cracked in the dragon's mouth, along with his body.
It would only now become clear to Aepessa that their 'armor' was made of rotten filth she absolutely would not want in her mouth, and that in all likelihood the same filth was in the puncture wound she had in her shoulder area from the same Ork's axe. This along with the Ork's blood would at a minimum leave a taste in the dragon's mouth that would make most creatures vomit, and put them at risk of ingesting a toxin that would kill lesser creatures outright.
The remainder of the Orks looked on, casting glances at one another as the leader of the mob was broken by the dragon's bite.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 14:40:54 GMT -8
The crack of the body and armor in her jaws was a gratifying thing. THAT HORRID TASTE WAS NOT. Just as quickly that her teeth latched in did they let go, her head flinging in a rapid motion to try and throw the Ork well away from her - likely to have several of her scales get yanked out in the process as several claws latched in. But the desire to get that disgusting taste out of her mouth made her move hard.
Should the ugly creature leave her jaws she would be gagging visibly, just on the verge of actually vomit - head shaking about madly as her senses became overwhelmed by the muck armor. Absolutely foul.
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Post by Splitkull Tribe on Apr 12, 2017 15:02:31 GMT -8
Indeed the large Ork would take a few scales with him as he was ripped off of Aepessa's rear haunch. The Ork, several hundred pounds of hard muscle and dense bone was tossed as the Splitkull before him had been with the dragon's tail.
With the leader of the mob down, the mob's choices became only two: fight, or run. And, with Aepessa being at least momentarily taken aback by the reality of just how foul the Splitkulls were, this decision had to be made fast.
After a long moment, one of the remaining Greenlings turned, and let out a high pitched screech as he ran directly away from the dragon.
"We'z need da Boss!" a gruff and garbled voice would call from amongst the Splitkull warriors.
Being so relatively few in number (compared to the number of Splitkull that would normally mob this type of beast), and without their Warboss, the few that remained of the group would be of no mind to stay and be crushed as the leader of the rabble was. With their moral broken, and with no leader, the Orks would follow the Greenling's lead and beat a path directly away from the dragon.
The decision was made. They would use the dragon's temporarily incapacitated state to make a hasty retreat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 8:09:53 GMT -8
The dragon finally managed to regain a bit of her senses, eyes rolling forward and allowing proper vision this time. And she found the rest of the lot were retreating in a wild frenzy. She had no reason to chase after them - they smelled horrid, and tasted even worse with that disgusting excuse for armor.
She would wait until the bastards were surely gone before returning back to the carcass of her kill. Stupid greenling things - absolutely filthy. She needed something to take the taste out of her mouth.
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