04-20-2010, 04:10 AM
The dragon was getting hasty. He made many more charges at the flaming bird, bellowing out metallic yells at the trickery and teasing Asoch was playing on him. Ynyr was now worried. His Third in Command had been sealing Asoch in and protecting the himan world? How long had he been doing that? Such a powerful spell, and Gabriel was just a young angel.
The silver dragon looped his way back after one charge, gliding on the air current just long enough to bellow out again, this time in his native tongue of Draconic. "Enough of your games, you turkey!" Ynyr dived down once more, teeth gleaming to catch the phoenix when Asoch let out a spiral of hot flames at him. It was easy to dodge, but it had been so long since the dragon had walked in his true form, that he underestimated his turn. His left wing was singed, from the middle to the outside edge, his once light, silvery wing now singed black and burned. The top where his bones and muscles were still had small flames burning. Ynyr let out a painful, screeching cry at the pain. He was faltering in the air.
The dragon plummeted thru the air, crumpling into a half formed ball with his back facing the earth. His wails grew louder, and from his screaming mouth an icy fog rippled forth. As Ynyr passed the mythical avian, he tried to aim his breath of cold at Asoch, and whipped his long tail around one of the bird's thing and scaly legs. He figured as long as he was going down, he would try to get the phoenix to follow.
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