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Tier'Zial watched as Allister conjure his spell only to realize at the last minute what it was. By then he was too late, Allister had teleported away. Leaving nothing but a faint vapour behind.

He let out a cry of frustration which shattered his glass armour. His blood boiling with this insult he wished to tear something apart with his bare hands. The seething mass beneath his skin threatened to tear free any moment. He was too worked up and he failed to notice the impending danger posed by Itzearlactil. Zhao leapt to intercept the flames at the final moment, shielding him from the fire but the dragon was still intent on crushing them both with it's body. The Prince locked eyes with the dragon, his own overflowing with murderous rage. Opening his arms wide he opened his body to the full magics of the crown which flowed in tangible red arcs down to his chest and out his limbs. The power mixed and was shaped by his raw anger. Unleashing itself as uncoiling tentacles of scarlet light emanating from his fingertips. With great alacrity the tentacles met the great bone dragon half way in the sky and entangled the great beat. Coiling around it's wings, legs and body. The Dragon pushed harder in the air, coming at the prince like a bolt of fiery lightning.

It was too late however. With a great heave the Prince stepped back and pulled hard on the magical bonds which now entangled the dragon. With the force of a meteor, the Dragon was pulled just off course and smashed into the ground a hundred feet from the pair. The impact sent a booming report which echoed off the distant mountains a moment later. The dragon lay there in the crater out of it's senses a moment. The moment was too long as the Prince sent more and more tentacles to secure the beast to the ground and render it immobile. Once secured the Prince finally noticed the exertion had caused a demonic spike to tear forth from his shoulder, leaking black ichor down his side. This simply antagonized him even more. With a sudden clarity of thought he turned about to regard Zhao.

With one arm he grabbed him about the throat and lifted him off the ground and brought his face close.

"Bring me back what is mine Zhao. Track that piece of filth to his hole in the ground and bring me back Mouse. Everything else is secondary to you. Including your life."

With that he tossed Zhao back the ground and without another word strode over to the imprisoned Dragon trying desperately to free itself. He needed to inflict pain. To destroy something piece by piece. He reached the lip of the crater and watched for a moment as the bone dragon attempted to spit flame in his direction but was hindered by it's bonds.

"You think you have experienced pain Great Dragon? You have felt nothing of the sort." With that magical energies again poured down his arm...


The screams of the Dragon could be heard from miles away.