The Nine Dragons The Life Dragon Part Twenty-Two
The Victory
That was when she looked at the three. She looked down for a moment.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? She thought as she looked around.
“Quick! Divide into six groups! One for each general, one group for offence and defense!” She shouted.
They looked back at her for a moment.
“Don’t look back!”
They nodded and charged on. Then the six wings shot arrows at them. The Defence polled the Offense out of the way. The two shot at them. Then all dived out of the way causing a donut shape. The top of the donut as the spier returned to his hand.
The one on the fake fairy ran on and on. She flung daggers the size of half a man at them. Defence kept Offense out of the way as they met the feet of the general at the same time. Six wings raised his foot and as his foot collided with the people below Offence pointed their blades up and soon the foot retracted with knives and makeshift weapons in the soles, piercing through the straw. They charged on and stabbed down on the top of the other foot. Yet they were flung across the room like they were footballs! Some too became a grim mess but others thrust their legs down and propelled themselves on and reached the ankle and one was able to slit the heel. Causing him to fall. Then they rolled as they landed. Yet others that were not flung across the room charged and threw themselves on the neck.
The two wings fired arrow after arrow as it flew in the air. Yet they were already on the feet. They looked up at the dead general as some slit the ankles as they moved on and on. Yet the moment that they reached the wings, he flipped. Some dropped, others thrust their knives into his back as they all hung on as he spun and spun. Yet more fell asleep the rest climbed up to the upper wings. Once they had reached them they then grabbed the robe and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. Soon they were taking chunks out of the base of the wings. Then they sliced down again and again like they would do to any meat. Once they had torn a hole, all of them dived to that hole and dug and pulled their blades down. They did this again and again and again until the wing dipped and so did he. His head hit a wall, breaking it and the rubble fell on the head, crushing it.
That was when they looked at Loc on the last. She ran on the top. She pushed out as much fire as she could and the wings were soon on fire. She looked back and flipped backwards with her back on the wall. Loc fell, for a moment, until she just barely was able to grab hold of the rim of his robe. She stabbed down and cut deep into the ankle. Then she blasted fire at his robe. Then she ran on and on and on as she set more and more fires. She soon reached the spine. Yet she charged on and on and when she reached the back of his neck she drove Peble in as deep as she could and he fell.
They all decided to take a break when they heard the roar of Paradtopia heading their way.
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