Snippet #2006642

((Don't ask, Let's just say dragons are fast.))

Zypher smelt a horde of demons, not far but yet not nearby. Sadly he missed out on the giant lava demon due to making his rounds in the air clearing out any demons.

"Atlas...Demons, Due north of here, The wind carries their foul stench." Zypher's voice was quiet yet cold, it had a pinch of hate in it.

Atlas nodded and stretched his beautiful red wings. Zypher held on to Atlas' neck tightly knowing what was to come next. Atlas aimed directly forward like a jet ready to take off. Within a matter of seconds Atlas took off, his wings flapping so fast a humming bird would be jealous. Instead of flapping his wings in a full up and down motion he flipped them in two to five feet increments up and down. Within no more than twenty minutes Zypher found himself at a desert with hordes of Demons.

Atlas stopped flying and started to hover over the group of demons. He then quickly spotted Anton and Dante. "Hm...A direct fire path would most likely injure Dante, which wouldn't be that bad, but a more strategic thing to do would be, got it! Atlas circle the outskirts of Anton and Dante with fire to keep any other demons from coming towards them, and those that attempt to leave will die. Atlas flew in circles, each time spraying breaths of flames that kept Demons from entering or leaving. Demons that directly got hit by the flames hissed out in pain and disappeared while the others started throwing spears at Atlas.

One of the spears hit Zypher and he cursed out in pain. "Aaaargh, Shit! Atlas we have done what we could in the air, time to get down and dirty!" He pulled the spear out and threw it back down at one of the demons, splitting it directly in half. Atlas flew high up in the air, the sun warming up his red scales. Suddenly, Atlas disappeared along with Zypher then soon after Zypher O started rapidly descending down towards Dante and Anton, he landed on his feet however put his hand on the ground as balance. "Anton, you didn't send a messa-" He was interrupted by a Demon charging him with a sword. Stupidly he forgot his spear and punched the Demon in the gut, sending it's sword up in the air. Zypher grabbed the sword with his left hand, turning it completely black due to the corruption within the sword. He stabbed the Demon with it's own sword repeatedly until it finally turned into ashes. He threw the sword forward nailing another demon in the stomach, however this one didn't go down it just oozed blood and got extremely pissed. He held his hand up in the air as the spear started to form in his hand. Quickly oozing blood charged Zypher and was about to struck but he was far too slow, Zypher finished forming his spear and stabbed the demon in the neck, it oozed even more blood before collapsing. "Ah it has been so long Since Atlas and I fought a horde of demons!