The fight for Revaliir was on.

Drake had dropped Raile off to help with relief and evacuation efforts, and teleported himself into the heart of the battle. Immediately he half shifted, exited the gate with a roaring slash. His blade connected with the flesh of something grotesque, cleaving into it with the strength of a dragon. With the first one down, Drake spun around, arcing his blade with the horizon, slashing across another one of the Void beasts. This one, though, was not so easy to fall, and quickly bounced back with ease.

Drake clicked his tongue, and lunged at the eerily humanoid beast, a piercing stab aimed for the heart, but immediately realized his mistake. It let out a horrid sound, and an equally horrid smell as the torso broke open, a gaping maw of death awaiting Drake should he continue his path. But he was committed, and his blade struck the mouth of the Chomper. Before the draconian could react, it bit down hard on the blade, crushing it between its razor teeth, and wrenching it from Drake’s grasp.

“Damn it,” he said as he recoiled. He looked around him, slowly realizing that he had probably messed up big time. His recent confidence with his draconic powers had made him cocky, and this was a direct result. To his left, he saw a strange, almost mechanical thing moving swiftly towards him, a blade for a hand. Behind him, Drake could sense something behind him rushing towards him. Probably another one of the Chompers. He quickly glanced to his left, and then forward, assessing the best move he could make without a weapon.

Dodge. Remove. Improvise. He started towards the mechanical beast, the golem. It approached with a surprisingly accurate slash, to which Drake was caught off guard. Instinct had the draconian guard, his scales doing a fine job at preventing a loss of limb, the blade bouncing off of him. Using this moment, Drake grabbed at the attached blade from the bottom.

“Burn!” Flames erupted from his hands, super heating the golem’s joint, but it wasn’t enough. The Chomper and it’s maw opened wide,clearly intent on devouring both of them, and spitting out the non-fleshy bits later.

Give me strength! Dragon! Now!

No.

There was a sudden drop in strength, and the flames faded. W-what? The dragon was withdrawing his presence. Drake was going to die.