Post by Fenris on May 11, 2015 15:33:46 GMT -8
So that was the dragons plan. At first Fenris had thought the Dragon was going to ignite the area with the wide-spread sulfur, but instead he sucked it in. Now he understood. As it leaped at him, he shed the coat he had put along his cloak once more, so that the Dragon would intake the particles as well as the Sulfur, Fenris channeling more energy into the makeshift razors, causing them to vibrate along jagged edges so that they would potentially cause hundreds of micro-lacerations inside the dragons throat, already damaged tongue, and perhaps make their way up to its nostrils. Perhaps they might even make it to the beasts lungs, if the internal-heat was too much then they would react differently. Fenris was not fighting this Dragon as he normally would, he typically did not give opponents the opportunity to settle down, but he should have known Dragons never heeded anything else than there own pride. It looked like this was going to be the end game, for better or for worse.
He leaped away as the Dragon charged, with flailing limbs, he took the hit that struck, feeling the wind partially knocked out of him, the hit had not been square however or he might have had had his whole body shattered. He had been airborne and had offered less resistance against the force, allowing him to avoid being outright crushed, and riding the motion out of the Dragons reach for now. He let out a grunt of suppressed pain, the tail grazed him and knocked him into the current of the dragons beating wings. He tasted blood in his mouth, felt a lower rib crack, but such wounds could be handled by him better than a normal person. Amidst the pain he turned in the air, using the chaotic winds and force of the dragon to his advantage to propel him lower off a cliff, near the base level of what had once been the mountain range, which had been reduced to rubble amidst this titanic battle. Hopefully the particles Trog had sucked up would cause a coughing fit, and cause a premature release of fire, that might or might not backfire, or perhaps it might affect the capacity to intake and release flame even if slightly, seeking to interfere with the dragons organic equivalent of ventilation or a "heat-sink".
He had 2 more pieces of his shapeless-forms yet, and both would layer his cloak this time as he hit the ground, insulating him from the impact, but the shock still causing more pain. "Fucking....Dragons....." he said in a growl, as he felt his own patience reach close to nill.
He leaped away as the Dragon charged, with flailing limbs, he took the hit that struck, feeling the wind partially knocked out of him, the hit had not been square however or he might have had had his whole body shattered. He had been airborne and had offered less resistance against the force, allowing him to avoid being outright crushed, and riding the motion out of the Dragons reach for now. He let out a grunt of suppressed pain, the tail grazed him and knocked him into the current of the dragons beating wings. He tasted blood in his mouth, felt a lower rib crack, but such wounds could be handled by him better than a normal person. Amidst the pain he turned in the air, using the chaotic winds and force of the dragon to his advantage to propel him lower off a cliff, near the base level of what had once been the mountain range, which had been reduced to rubble amidst this titanic battle. Hopefully the particles Trog had sucked up would cause a coughing fit, and cause a premature release of fire, that might or might not backfire, or perhaps it might affect the capacity to intake and release flame even if slightly, seeking to interfere with the dragons organic equivalent of ventilation or a "heat-sink".
He had 2 more pieces of his shapeless-forms yet, and both would layer his cloak this time as he hit the ground, insulating him from the impact, but the shock still causing more pain. "Fucking....Dragons....." he said in a growl, as he felt his own patience reach close to nill.
