Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats The young dragonling finding a soft face in a crowd of hate leaped with surprising speed and agility grabing onto her back and latching on. Luckily for Jazira its claws were butter soft and only softly gripping onto her. It nuzled her back and whimpered, and was indeed exceptionally young, the equivalent of a todler in fact. As it clung to her in fear and for comfort it started to relax. Suddenly its head shot up, its snout pointed towards the sky, its mouth open suddenly it drew in long breaths through bothe its nostrils and over its tongue. It had scented something, something close by that was exciting it. Suddenly the horse stables burst open and out raced the horses as though death himself were behind them. Then before anyone could react the stables burst into flames and a roar erupted that filled the night, and in the doorways stood two black dragons with daggers drawn. In a single fluid movement they launched the dagers and four guards were down, and a second later four more were clutching their throats, and the dragons were away short swords drawn. A moment later the kitchen doors were flung open and out raced kitchen staff with another four dragons slowly moving behind them fending off a host of double their number of palace guards. A call rang out ordering all guards not currently at the walls to come into the courtyard. Some came from inside the palace but from the barracks instead of feline guards three dragons came strolling out weapons bloodied, and grinning like mad men. From the servants entrance a guard was launched into the courtyard with his helmet caved in, and out strolled the two massive brawler dragons toting large spiked clubs. The quickly raced towards Jazira and the dragonling but came up short confused on how to proceed with the youngling that was griping her for dear life. Suddenly a guard launched himself at one of the brawlers and landed on his back, in an almost fluid movement he droped onto his back and crushed the air out of the guard who in his surprise let go. The brawler picked him up and threw him like a rag doll. Turning back to Jazira they having seemed to make a decision forced her back away from the fighting with their bodies. Dracon meanwhile had climbed out of the waste chute and was headed towards the king. Surrounding him stood four personal guards, he pulled out his short handle double bladed battle ax and aproached them. Like good guards they remained close to the king untill he was close enough to be the largest threat to him. Two raced towards him with the considerable speed of their race, but like a dancer Dracon flowed around them and killed them before they even knew what happened. The last two were more cautious, one launched himself in the air at Dracon the second raced towards him on the ground. Against a normal apponent the tactic would have instantly forced the attacker to either pull back and give time for reinforcements to come or be cut down by either of the guards weapons. Instead he raced to meet the ground attacker and started parrying his attacks and overwhelming him. The second after landing raced to the aid of his comrade but was batted aside by Dracons tail. A moment later the first guard was down and after a short exchange the second had Dracon's ax stuck into his back. Turning to the king he stoped but a short distnace from him and looked towards the battle. His troops were easily winning, moving with more grace and agility that the enemy troops couldn't match. So far only a few of his troops were dead, but it had cost the palace guards much to do it. Looking to the guards on the wall he knew he feared little from them, they knew they couldn't get to their king in time, and there were still potential enemies beyond the walls. Turning towards the king he laughed in his face and gave him a mock bow. Oh how the mighty fall, look at you, look at your troops, look at your castle. For decades you were considered the greatest of all the races, for decades this castle was deemed unbreachable, it troops unbeatable. Now look at you, a small group of my troops stand here slaughtering your men in droves, and a few in the castle are even now raiding your treasury. Your power is crumbling, and the best part is that we aren't even killing your citizens. My mens training in spite of the chaos prevents deaths against the innocent, unlike your men. So what say you KING, surrender now or die where you sit.