''I attack you with..''

[Saturo]

Why, help ME, of course!

[Ëlfdragon]

*Thinks about our last battle and how much harm it brought to me beloved outlands* Yes, I dont want anymore damage to come to the Outlands. *starts flying alongside Saturo, with hundreds of drakes behind me* Just give use the order and we'll attack. *looks at Azu* Sorry Azu, i must protect my beloved outlands!

[Saturo]

*Giggles maniacally*

[Azunara]

That's it.

*summons her drakes, and, seeing as she's an Aspect and all that happy stuff, takes dragon form. The Stormwind Guard also appear beside her, riding airplanes, gryphons, anything aerial. The blues ice block what they can of the red dragons, the airplane fighter and gryphon riders attack the jet fighter, and I occupy myself with fighting Elf.*

TO THE DEATH! For, like...the sixth or seventh time....

[Saturo]

Wohoo! A real, good fight!
*Jumps into console for the spaceship's weaponry*
*Starts shooting at various drakes*
*Charges Necromancy cannon, to revive the dead people*

[Ëlfdragon]

*all my reds break out of the ice blocks* And Aspect vs an Aspect, who is also a Dragon Queen! *all my reds start fighting Azu's blues, while my netherdrakes take out the weak humans*

(Feel free to tell me if you feel im starting to act OP again.)

[Azunara]

*Stormwind Guard, being smaller, are able to outpace the Netherwing, looping around them and firing bullets into them. As do the gryphon riders, but not without casualties. Those that fall are quickly ice blocked by me, to prevent necromancy, and shattered so their corpses are broken apart and useless. Using whatever necromancy skills I have, however, I attempt to bring fallen reds back to life on my side, with some, but not too much success.

Following that, my blues are split apart, some guarding the humans, some fighting Elf. The human fighters keep attacking Saturo as best as possible.*

((Same for me. I try to show casualties to keep it fair, but if I get excessive, yell at me. ))

[Saturo]

*An axe gets embedded within the barrel of a plasma cannon*
*Fires plasma cannon*
*Plasma cannon blows up.
Crap...

*Fires massive Necromancy cannon, but because the corpses wereiceblocked and shattered, not a lot of remains reanimate*
Saturo hasgained pet Chopped off, but somehow movin, hand holding a sword

[Azunara]

The explosion kills a few of my troops, human and blue alike, and I ice block and shatter. Outnumbered and with troops stretched too thinly, we're giving ground up, backing up as best as possible for flight. I'm still desperately trying to destroy what I can, save troops I can, revive what I can, shatter what I can, but with so much to do, my strength is flagging.

[Ëlfdragon]

*My drakes fight as hard as they can, not about to let you get away* Bring it, Blue traitors! *I fire an attack, killing 5 blues and hurting others* Weak little creatures!

[Azunara]

My dragons!

For Malygos, my blues! Do not give in, we can overcome! Remember our strategy, hang in there, and if you fall, know you die in defending your brethren and the New Aspect! For Malygos! CHARGE!

*Pop Berserk and tackle Elf, trying to rip wing membrane to kill flight. The Stormwind troops fall back, waiting, and the blues focus on Elf, helping try and bring her down. After a few minutes, the Guard leap back into action, attacking whatever stray red and nether dragons.*

You will fall for all the blood of my kin you have spilled, red.

((*coughs.* This is like one of those cheesy action movies. I approve. Revenge is going to be mine!))

[Saturo]

My spaceship is rapidly losing power, due to a shortcircuit caused by the heat from the exploded cannon having melted power relay four.

All power from shields! I need full anti-grav to stay airborne!

[Ëlfdragon]

*I do a dive-bomb berrel-roll, throwing you off my back before you could do any damage* Bring it, fool! *More Red's and Netherwind Drakes port in from Outlands* Reinforcements(sp?) have arived! *I send some reds over to Saturo, just incase the ship isnt able to stay air-born*

[Azunara]

The Stormwind Guard peels off from their combat and begin attacking Saturo's ship and her red helpers, while my blues attack the reinforcements. I roar angrily, and swoop in to try and pin your wings down.

[Ëlfdragon]

*I dodge* Ha, missed me! *i turn around and try to pin you to the ground, while more Reds go to help Saturo*

[Saturo]

I'm going down! Mayday! Mayday!

[Ëlfdragon]

*One of my drakes speed over, and calls for you to jump onto her back*

[Azunara]

I get pinned, but some blues come to my aid, and you're forced to let go. I pull into the air, surveying the battle and my troops. The Guard is happily attempting to blow Saturo and the red to bits, though the bullets mostly rattle off the ship and the scales. Various blues and frost wyrms I raised are fighting, viciously attacking reds, protecting me, ice blocking the dead, or helping the Guard.

"Do you regret fighting me now? I told you, you don't mess with me."

[Ëlfdragon]

*AS you were pinned, another small group of reinforcements apper* Nope, not yet, but you will soon! *i try agian to pin Azu to the ground, this time surounded by 50 netherwing and red drakes.*

[Saturo]

(Try not to have so many reinforcements, please)

As the spaceship crashes onto the ground, I leap out, onto the drakes back. How primitive a mode of transportation! No technology at all!

As the spaceship crashes, it smushes many dragons, enemy and ally alike.