Snippet #2683909

The Brute turned with a scream and ran as fast as he could towards the entrance tunnel that led out from the Tombs Cave.

He only made three strides before he was suddenly thrown back towards the feet of the gathered dragons. The elfin soldier leaped out of the way to avoid being struck by the armored warrior, but his legs would not support his weight, and he fell with a cry.

Where the brute had been standing, a tall, grey skinned dragon with white horns, wearing the tribal vestments of green and russet color favored by the elven people of Alonora stood looking back at them all. "As per usual, the rodents with the loudest bark, are also those with the greatest squeak."

Adurna smiled at the newcomer "Mrax, I am glad to see you well"

Mrax in turn responded with "Implying that these wretched rodents would be able to do harm to me? Your subtle insults have not changed."

"And theres your legendary attitude I see" Adurna rolled her eyes at him, before turning to look at at the soldier that Heron was in the process of pinning down with a sword.

Heron responded to Karthyrx "This is no time for pity playing decrepit wretch, and those ungangly things would not do for proper servants anyway."

"Now then... what should we do with you?" The Archeon said, smiling and licking his lips as the armored soldier squirmed beneath his boot.