Fighting Dragons

A rain of blood and flesh sprayed down on the ground as the dissected wind dragon quickly lost its life. The two halves separated and crashed into dense formations of draconians, crushing a good number of them underneath. The entire battlefield went silent as even those locked in battle slowed down for a moment, shuddering under the aura of power that swept across them.

One strike, one kill! Richard was now completely encased in his battle armour, the exquisite half-elven face now replaced by the imposing and dignified mask of Midren. Three pairs of crimson wings flickered into existence around him before folding in and disappearing, the flaming blade spinning around before stabbing down. A wave of pure force slammed...