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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/20/2017 1:25:43 AM
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[i]The demons would literally fall to the earth repeatedly, as the dragon was still several feet into the air. Yet the giant being would halt, before it's maw would open wide.[/i]
"[i]Hel![/i]"
[i]That single word escaped Isabella Trayven's mouth, as fire dribbled from Ragnarok's mouth. The armored woman's laughter would be drowned out by the dragon's great bellow, waves of crimson flame gushing from it's maw and burning down the demons and the shield.[/i]
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*waves finger* No. The shield was weakened, perhaps, but it had not been brought down. It wouldn't be that easy. More demons, larger in size, began to crawl from the hole in the ground, throwing small swords and spears at the dragon as it flew overhead.
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*[i]smirks in Orn[/i]* [i]The swords were effectively useless, while the spears would bounce off of the hide of the dragon, their ends too weak to pierce the black scales of Ragnarok. And with that, the demons would continue to burn and roast in the scarlet flame, the shield ever degrading to nothing.[/i]
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*[i]smirks in this boss fight was supposed to have mechanics[/i]* The shield would remain standing, the demons hiding inside it. If they wished to pass through the gatekeeper, they would have to find his key. *coughs* *hits keyboard* hjilookhjhuathubvtheyuvshieldlkknj
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[i]*Smirks in "You've literally given me my mechanic"[/i] [i]Well, if the demons could barge in, then surely Ragnarok could too.[/i] [i]Before forcing himself into the shield, Isabella found herself sliding off of the dragon, crashing onto a building that wasn't too far from the dragon, yet high into the air. She gripped onto the roof, slamming down her axe as an anchor.[/i] [i]The initial thought was that she could use the gatekeeper's head. But Ragnarok had.. other ideas.[/i] [i]The dragon forced itself into the bubble, releasing the scarlet fumes of fire and death through the bubble with the fury of a wrathful storm. The flames would quite literally cook the demons and the gatekeeper alive, to say the very least.[/i]
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[i]boi this is supposed to be a bossfight[/i] The Gatekeeper would indeed take damage, but a minuscule amount. As Ragnarok swooped in to burn him alive, the gatekeeper would ignite his spear and stab into the dragon's wing.
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[i]Any genius that decided to use a one-hundred story long spear in close range was a complete idiot, to say the very least. Not only was Ragnarok able to counter, the weapon was too large to even use in such a proximity.[/i] [i]Isabella would laugh a little at the sight of the Gatekeeper trying, though.[/i] [i]The dragon wrapped his thick, black claws, the talons harder than steel, around the Gatekeeper's head. A sick twisting nоise accompanied it, as Ragnarok had begun to wretch the head off entirely.[/i]
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*10 Ragnarok's talons would not be able to pierce his armor, nor would he be able to wrap his claws around the Gatekeeper's helmet, and demons, both small and large, had climbed their way onto the dragon's back. [spoiler]How big is Ragnarok, in comparison to a human?[/spoiler]
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[i]The massive dragon would grip onto the Gatekeeper's head, before releasing a terrible roar, as the hеllish being's head would snap and twist sharply to the right. Muscle and flesh connecting the head to the head would tear as the head was ripped off entirely, with the dragon throwing the skull onto the ground and flying back up.[/i]
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At that point, the demons realized that their leader was dead. They fell back and into the fiery pits of Hell itself. Many dangers awaited, and it would a long and hard *Lenny* journey to make their way to Ian's throne room. Continue, adventurer, for the journey is worth it's rewards. It is worth noting that the hole has shrunken to a size far less than Ragnarok's. If you have some weird magic shit where he can shrink, I forbid it.
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[i]Well, Isabella would issue an order out for the dragon to depart, thus it served as a message for the others to come around for the actual assault.[/i] [i]Three armored horses, and a small cavalry would arrive into the Dojo, bypassing the guards and pushing past the crowding soldiers and members of the Dojo. Proud, white and purple banners were risen above by the men and the woman that accompanied the three warriors, as they dismounted their steeds and approached the gaping portal.[/i] [i]The first of the three was a man, the oldest of the four that had arrived. He was fully armored in a shining suit of steel plate armor. Layers of tight chainmail coated him underneath the metal, his face hidden by a barbuta-styled helm. A longsword was tightly grasped within his hands, the weapon's pommel shaped in the head of a lion.[/i] [i]The second was a female, built for agility and athletic prowess, yet armored at a lighter rate compared to the man. Shades of purple ran through her links of chainmail and leather, while she tightly gripped a strong, sharpened trident, bladed at each end. It was the most superb of the weapons there, yet intricate and versatile at the same time.[/i] [i]The third to arrive was a mage, yet still garbed in the armor of a knight. A small dagger hung at his belt, while he appeared to be only a few years younger than the trident-bearing woman. A cloak coated his back, hanging from his shoulders, while a tome was tightly strapped to his waist.[/i]
