The Nine Dragons Dracula, The Dragon Prince Part Three
Defeat
The moment Loc woke she saw the rubble. She drew her blade as she looked around her to see all the dead. Her eyes widened and she felt tears in her eyes.
This is all my fault. This is all my fault.
Why? Why did I start this? Why did I ever let myself lead them to their deaths? Why couldn’t I stop this?
Then she heard the cry, snapping her out of it. She looked to the left. She could see the people, the ones still fighting, were pulling the cannons out and lit them and they hit one after the other but most of them missed.
They’re all going to die. They need to stop and hide.
That was when she felt a slap. She looked to the right.
“What are you doing, dotty eyes?”
She looked to see one of them that followed her from Paradtopia, completely stunned.
“Wh-what?”
“What are you doing just gawking like that? Get your head back into the fight!” He snapped.
She nodded as she pushed the fire out of the soles of her feet and zoomed in the air. She dived at the closest one and gripped onto the back. She then grabbed the horns and pulled them to the nearest one. She put Peble away and hit that one with Rock. This caused it to collide with the ones next to it.
That one turned to her and sent a blast of fire at her. This caused the wyvern to dive to the right. She then pulled the fire towards it and pushed it back into the throat of that one. Then she pushed the wyvern on and to the next one only for a cannon to hit that one down. She then flew on and hit the wing of the nearest one and then to the next one. She hit the nearest thing that she could. The next thing she saw were the jaws. Quickly she hit the head down then she saw the swarm behind.
She hit the head of the one that she was on and dived to the centre of the group. She hit the head of the ones that came to her, spinning as she did, hitting the heads in the centre of the circle. Then none came to her so she used her fire to spin as fast as needed to keep her in the air and moved to the nearest edge. She did this again and again in the inner circle. Even when she became dizzy, she continued on and on and on. She did not stop, she did not dare to. She spun and spun, getting faster and faster as she took out more and more of the inner circle like a dance or the orbit of two moons around the same planet. Then her body could no longer take it, but she still forced herself on and on and on. Then she had to stop as she saw double at diagonal angles.
That was when she was hit. Yet this was followed by an army of cannonballs that hit the ones above her as she felt one snap on her body. This hit her with such force that it was like being hit by a car with teeth. She whacked as hard as she could to the right. Then the jaws slipped. Yet she felt the same to her left. She hit to the left. She felt another to the right. She hit. Another to the left. She hit. Another to the right. She hit. She did this again and again and again, pushing past her torturous itching the entire time.
Then she started to drop as she heard loud bangs and snapping above her and around her. The next thing she was seeing was the rain of the corpses of these strange falling all around her. Then she saw one coming at her and more fired at them before they got close. She saw more coming at her. Soon they were hit. She then looked down as she saw that the men had got their act together and fired at one after the other.
Yet she knew better than to fly there with her mouth agape. She looked on and flew onto the ones further on. She flew as fast as she could. She reached the nearest one and threw the head up then pulled the hammer down to the one beneath that. She then moved on and saw the nearest one to the left and flung the head of Stone to the left and then Rock to the right. Then she saw one beneath her and dived down and hit. Two came at her at the same time. She flung them out only for the jaws of one in the centre to reach her. She only just managed to strike down. She flew on bashing the rest of the way. The next thing they knew was that they were hit from behind and they fell. She looked on to see that they were all gone.
So they all moved onto searching the rubble for dead bodies. She noticed just how little survived. Yet she had to move on and on and found body after body. Some were eaten away, some were blackened by fire, some were hardly left. Yet at first it was ten. However, as the morning wore on, ten became twenty, then thirty, then forty. As noon started to show, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty. By noon one hundred!
This was not a victory. This wasn’t even survival! This was nothing more than a beat down.
Yet her heart ached as she looked ahead at the tiny dots in the distance…
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