Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190226002852/@comment-5543592-20190226004304

Graicus' felt his strength slowly returning, feeling gradually expressing itself throughout his limbs as pins and needles.

The Orcs ran at the dragon, spears raised. It dropped low and gushed fire at them, the whoosh of hit felt even by the prisoners.

A ward materialized, clear and shimmering, like a wall made of glass, and the flames broke against it.

The ward shattered as the Orc charged through it, roaring battle cries, and the dragon screetched at them.

It swung its tail at them and they drove spears into its glittering hide. Some of the spears embedded themselves in the dragon's head and snapped, others broke as they were batted aside by the beast.

It pumped its wings once, giving it a light lift, and it circled them, setting down on their flank, and snapping its jaws at them.

Yaden leapt at it, dagger out, fearless.

Other Orcs lined up crossbows, ready to unleash upon the animal.