Farmlands

And the attack was released. A massive ball of blue and white energy took formation that was visible to the dragons outside the cloud. A massive roar was let off and the dust cloud exploded. All that remained visible was Gravlor's body glowing.

His scaling was highly reflective, appearing like thousands of diamonds for scales. The blue markings on his body and wings were pulsing a neon blue that stood out from the reflective scales in the sun. His eyes were a solid blue color and glowed just like the markings.

Gravlor's mouth was wide open, summoning and focusing the energy directly in front of his face.The blase was as large as his head. The blue markings would let off an extremely bright pulse and Gravlor fully extended his wings before releasing the massive blast at Fundor. This blast screamed through the air, aiming for his mid body.

The other smaller dragons scampered away now in the face of this new dragon's incoming attack just as he thought. Fundor did not have this option however, the rock plates upon his body made him quite immobile, but very resilient. Even still the power of the attack that was unleashed was very powerful. As the giant ball of energy flew towards the dragon he growled, gritting his huge teeth as he braced for impact. In the few seconds before the attack would hit Fundor would drain whatever last bit of energy in his surroundings into his powerful ward, and his armor gleamed red as bright as the ball of neon blue energy just moments before the impact happened.

For a moment the whole of the farmlands was bathed in a neon blue and red light as the ward and massive explosion impacted. Any who looked on would have but a few moments of complete serenity as they witnessed the huge explosion before the sound of the blast reached them as well as the shock-wave. The blast would be large enough to even be noticed from The Free City. Even bits of earth and other debris from the attack would go flying for miles. The shock-wave itself would be quite fatal to any creatures in the direct vicinity, even if they were outside the blast range.

In the moments after the explosion faded the winds would rush out of it's epicenter, where dirt, rock, gravel, dust, and ash filled the air. The cloud of debris obscured any vision to where the red dragon once stood. As the dust and debris settled however, the others would be able to catch a glimpse of his form.

A large crater had formed where the blast had landed, and it was soon revealed that the mighty red dragon's form was lying in the middle of it. Most of the rock armor had been stripped away by the blast where it hit him dead center in the chest, the plates were also missing all along his neck and lower face. He had huge burns along his chest in neck which seemed to ooze blood freely now. These were not the most worrying wounds however, as one looked closer they would be able to see one of the dragon's massive wings had also broken in the blast, and rested at an odd angle to his side. 

Even so if one looked closely they could still see the rise and fall of Fundor's chest, he was still alive.

Asaph lets out a thundering roar as the shockwave reached him. Since he had the sense to back off earlier, he didn't need to use all of his mana to deflect the blast. A purple-tinted shield formed around him, his large head not even recoiling at the air blast, which flowed around him harmlessly like water.

Afterwards the massive sigil appeared. "Such a powerful spell. How could she... oh... duh."

Yes, one is capable of astonishing feats if they push themselves into unconsciousness. Asaph leaped into the air and rushed towards Lum'Valia. Unfortunately he overestimated his physical strength, his relatively thin frame straining to carry the creature who was slightly bigger than him. "Ok, easy, easy, EASY!" He, very clumsily, managed to get the bulk of her in his relatively thin forearms like an oversized piece of furniture.

"Grr, Zii do hah, frey dii mul!" He took some of his remaining mana and channeled it into psionic energy to aid his upper-body strength, and together they gracefully landed next to Jarkoopi.

Ugh, how embarrassing. He thought to himself.

He looked towards everyone else. "What incited this violence anyways? I must admit, I assumed the red dragon was seeking to end his life by challenging other dragons, as is typical of those in twilight. But he seemed far too powerful to be in decline. Also, nice melee moves, blue one. You remind me of my father." He grinned with admiration, feeling somewhat like the skinny nerd of the group.

Out of physical energy and internally cooked, beaten, and thrown, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui cannot do much besides lay there and breathe heavily as Asaph, Dream Hunter lands with Lum'Valia.

"And great use of magic to you as well. Now, is she hurt or does she just need rest?" He panted and put his head down out in front of him. Blood began to stop oozing from his scarred underbelly, he was being healed from the Holy Dragon's massive spell.

The large red dragon growled as he started to come to, his wounds were taking longer to heal than the others as they were much more extensive and therefore he was still in a state of unconciousness as well, not waking for now as the bones in his wing began to straighten themselves and mend. It seemed he would soon wake however.

Asaph stares at the thing awkwardly... and it took a lot to make a dragon behave awkwardly.

"Well, as long as the holy one's sigil is in place, none of us can harm each other so..."

Asaph flapped his wings and withdrew back to Jarkoopi, sack in hand. He was some distance away from the thing now.

Typically telepathic communication was reserved for between dragons, but he figured it might be worth a shot. "Umm, are you lost... friend?"

He acknowledged hearing Asaph, Dream Hunter's words. One did not need to die over something as small as such a meal and territory dispute.

When he began to notice @lewis and saw Lum'Valia had awoken, worrying about, he decided raise himself back into a standing pose and move to Lum'Valia's side.

"I can go find the mother and her children, if it keeps you from straining yourself further. You've done plenty." Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui tried to get her calmed down then turned his attention to the organic blob.

"What in the spirit's name is that? It is an abomination, it must be destroyed." He growled deeply, he didn't want another fight to erupt when it was at full strength.

"I was the one that caught you. My name is Asaph. There are those who call me dream hunter because of my tendency to wander the world for historical items." He held up the bag proudly. "Both of you are admirable fighters. I wouldn't mind a friendly sparring match with either of you."

He turned to the flesh monster. "The creature seems unable to communicate. It has said nothing. I think it would be hasty to try to slay it, and thanks to Lum's circle it should be incapable of harming us, right?" He sniffed the air, sensing necrotic flesh. "It may be an undead abomination, but it could also be... something cursed, and therefore in dire need of assistance."

"Then again I could be wrong!" Asaph, still having some strength left, got in front of the party and attempted to unleash his fire breath at the abomination. However, thanks to Lum's sigil, the flame breath would fail to cause any harm. Instead a magical barrier would immediate erupt around the creature and protect it, and also prevent it from moving, leading to an odd standstill. However, this gave Asaph an idea.

"Gravlor!" He telepathically called out. "My breath keeps the creature contained. We need your help. Grab the barrier itself and throw it out of the sigil, then use your mighty breath to slay this foul beast!"