A thick mist began to envelope the rear guard of the fishmen. Darkened by the cover of night, the miasma crept slowly. It swirled around the tiny forms of the invading army, like some sort of malevolent omen hugging them. Footsteps broke broke through the quietness of the attacking army, a far cry from their small feet trudging through the grass. The air was... aromatic. A faint sweetness from an unknown flower, that only strengthened as the mist thickened. It eventually felt almost saturated, depriving any who smelt it of their ability to smell. Now much closer, the footsteps seemed almost pronounced with each crunch of the long grass under it. Whoever the source of it was made no attempt to hide their presence.

[spoiler]I'm going to make your interaction separate, it's just much easier. Also- rear as in south side? [/spoiler]

[spoiler]Rear as in the rear part of the invading army And whatcha mean separate I'm not w the Trayve [/spoiler]

[spoiler]The army is in a circle, but I'll put you on north rn. [/spoiler] The fish men were surprised at the sudden increase of mist, was Tarry an absolute fool? No. This was something else. However when they heard the footsteps, they group of three tensed up. One was a crossbow man, the other carried a spear and the last an axe and shield. Grabbing the nearest Mangy of a lower status, one with only a dagger in his hands, they pushed him towards the sound. Clutching the weapon, anxiety took in as the fish shook, flipping the knife in his hand to calm himself. The unknown was scarier than any beast.

[spoiler]Are they surrounding then dome? I thought they were approaching it from one side in a circle. Aight I'm good w that tho[/spoiler] Now sound was taken. Tarry and the rest of the army were nowhere to be heard, with only the footsteps and the aroma found in the mist. Condensation calmly formed on the fish man's scaly skin, warm to the touch and oddly welcoming. The footsteps continued. A silhouette eventually formed, male with something strange worn atop the head. It was bulbous, completely disproportionate to the body. What was this thing? Still advancing, the mist continued to creep along the ranks of the northern ranks of the fish men. Suddenly it slowed, as if reacting to the Mangy thrust inside of it... as if alive.

The Mangy with the knife immediately fell back to the group of three, and they pressed their spines together, realizing that this was not Tarry. The one with the bow notched an arrow, aiming it at the figure where the sound once was and fired off, the spearman running in front and holding his weapon aloft to cover a counter attack. They were clever, but barbaric creatures. A fish with its back to the wall has no choice but to bite.

The arrow disappeared in its flight towards the approaching figure, seemingly turning into nothing before hitting him. Although the rushing spearman would jump into action too quick to notice the eroded remains of the arrow laying on the ground, quickly sinking into the soil where strange moss and clovers began to sprout... Just as the spearhead neared the advancing shadow, there was a blur of movement, like the mist weaving itself to conceal the stranger. The shaft below the head was yanked forward, pulling the Mangy deeper into the mist before something hard drove itself into the small attacker's stomach - the polished tip of a black dress shoe. [spoiler]If I misunderstood and the spearman didn't advance, I can just retcon and say the stranger moved forward to meet him. And dw I don't plan on one-shotting these lil guys, consider this just a setup[/spoiler] But that would be all that it would see of the stranger. [i]THUNK![/i] Its spearhead found a mark. Suddenly, the fishman was facing a large mushroom, two times his size. In its stalk was the Mangy's weapon, driven deep into it. Crimson fluid dropped from the wound of the mushroom. Blood, maybe? It boiled at the air and evaporated into vapour, which immediately surrounded the Mangy and paralyzed him upon breathing. To the remaining two, it would look like the red mist had filled where their comrade had went. Like the stains of blood lifted from the reflection of water and into the air.

[spoiler]He just moved in front of the archer to cover a charge by the enemy, but I don't really care haha. [/spoiler] zzzzzzzap!!! The sound of electricity passing from the Mangy into the attacker's boot sounded out, before he was paralyzed by the mushroom, hopefully, that would injure the attacker's leg, or paralyze it for the time being. Observing the wildlife had led to a semi-perfect warrior under the ocean. The electric eel was nothing to scoff at. However, once he thrust his spear into the mushroom, he was paralyzed, and transferring volts through wood wouldn't do much. Consumed by the fog and mist. With the three left, the archer, dagger wielder and the axe and shield user (I believe there were three, I forget tbh.), they placed their spines together again as the archer loaded an arrow, and fired it at the red mist, to see the effect.

The paralyzed Mangy heard a curse before his attacker from before stumbled onto the ground beside him. Since movement was nigh impossible, he would only be able to see the stranger in the mist out of the corner of his eye. A hunter green dress shirt was worn by the man, complete with a typical suit jacket and matching pants. For a moment he turned his head to look at the Mangy, revealing the bulbous this seen in his silhouette earlier was no more than a turban. By the mask worn by the man seemed more alarming - a calcium-white face of bone, fashioned to look like the skull of some avian. It was mottled with moss and other various flora that grew upon its surface and broke from its marrow. And then the arrow from the archer embedded itself in the back of the Mangy's thigh. Whatever screams the Mangy would've released would be impossible for the others to hear. The mist made sure of that. With some struggling, the stranger in the corner of the Mangy's eye managed to get one knee. He placed his right hand in the soil, where vines that pulsated dark red like veins began to creep upwards and form around his fingers and forearm like an organic gauntlet. He pulled his hand from the dirt and immediately put his covered fingers around the Mangy's scaly flesh that had been parted by the arrow. Blood began to agglutinate and clot around the wound, where sparks of electricity were drawn through painful spasms. He was forcing the electricity from the Mangy's body. Bioluminescent light traced itself up his veins, turning the man's limp leg into a fully-functioning one in a few moments. With the same hand, he reached into the soil once more and grabbed a fistful, smearing it around the Mangy's wound. It began to harden and stretch like a second skin, and unbeknownst to the Mangy, rendered whatever foreign bacteria that was attached to the arrow dormant as to not risk infection. There was one thing clear enough: he was healing the Mangy. But after kicking him? Little made sense. Eventually, the man got up and continued making his way towards the Mangy's comrades. He disappeared in the mist... Only to reappear again, this time his silhouette approaching from [i]behind[/i] the squad of fish men.

While the fish was paralyzed, the soldiers could only assume he was dead. The one with the dagger than picked up a fistful of dirt, able to see the figure through the fish's back to back formation. He quickly chucked the mud, holding it would blind the man as the ran to the left. They were usually fast, especially in the wet mud, which may render a normal person's ability to move. They were no longer in a corner, so they chose flight over fight. The shield was at the front with his weapon drawn incase they ran into the man, and his dagger comrade was constantly. Spewing mud from the ground to deter the monster from getting close. Did the humans revolve more than they did? Impossible.

The clump of mud impacted the silhouette, causing it to... collapse? As if it was made of mud itself, the humanoid simply fell apart. A few seconds later, all sorts of small domestic wildlife idly moved past the fish men's feet. Beetles, worms, butterflies and even some snakes. There was something strange about them, however. They were all caked in flora. The carapaces of the beetles were covered in writhing fungi, the wings of the butterflies blossomed with foreign petals, and the simple garden snakes' scales were clotted with moss and small clovers. If the fish men looked close enough, they would've seen each piece of flora pulsate like a beating organ. The smell of flowers was intoxicating now. Suddenly, every flora-infested organism stopped moving. The plants that covered them began to grow rapidly, petrifying them in cocoons of chlorophyll green. Their corpses began to sink into the ground. The soil beneath their feet responded quickly. A small field of mushrooms with swollen bodies grew all around the remaining fish men.

The fish did not stay to find out what the mushrooms would do, and simply stepped around them as they ran as fast as they could. They ran blindly, flinging mud in whichever way to hit the man should he approach. It seemed that the creatures valued their life over their curiosity.

They found their way out of the fog, rejoining their army and greeted by the natural cold of the night and scent of the open air. No longer did flowers and chemicals bombard their senses and hug their skin. Their comrade, however... The Mangy finally got a look at the man in the bone-bird mask. He looked as he was seen before, a crisp hunter green dress shirt with a turban to match. He opened a hand towards the Mangy and spoke to him directly from beneath the fake face. "I'm terribly sorry about this. You weren't supposed to feel a thing, after all. No matter - I'll take care of the pain." He opened his hand. The Mangy began to feel very drowsy as the scent finally overcame him, entering his body and flushing all consciousness away like a wave of sleep. [spoiler]End here because I wanna do business with Quarter[/spoiler]

Not long went by as the dome was under siege, holding true against the invaders. Although it changed when a different roar was heard, one that was [i]heard[/i] and [i]felt[/i] in both mind and body, pervading flesh and causing a tremor of panic. What could cause something like that? The sun blotted out then, as another roar was heard, chilling the bones of both sides, yet only the Trayve knew what it was. The shadow cast showed wings, a tail, the slender body of a- "DRAGOOOON!" The cry echoed out, as the Trayve roared at the sight, bolstered by the newcoming beast. They knew what it what it was. They knee [i]who[/i] it was. Panic rippled out quickly, as a body of crimson blood and velvet wings appeared in the sky, a slender streak of red that boasted strength and power. Stark white horns lined the dragon's lower jaw and neck, four legs with razor sharp talons, sweeping low to the ground then as the earth shook with the immense speed the dragon gave off; and then it let loose a torrent of flames, targeting the fish peoples outside the dome to avoid massacring the town. Glinting red bits and a torrent of ruby red and black hues engulfed the Fishmen forces, searing flesh and cracking rock and melting metals; as it then turned its focus on the brute that arrived with the murkmen. They had their monster, and the Trayve had a dragon of fire and blood.

Tarry watched as the grass burned, and with a commanding voice, assured his soldiers that the flying God was not the Leviathan. A different God. Different meant enemy. The Rock Thrower Cannons were instructed to aim at the dragon's head with the rock rounds. The cannons turned with surprising speed, and hidden in the underbrush, fired a volley of fist sized rocks at the dragon, aiming for the eye. They came from all directions, and aimed around the dragon, knowing it would fly itself into them. By now, the wall had been cleared, and fish men were entering the village in neat lines, with rather fat ones in front. Despite the guns, the bullets could not pierce the carefully blessed while growing skin that the obese ones had. They began pouring a brown substance on the houses they passed, and lighting it aflame with their torches. With no nearby water but underground, the flames would be near impossible to put out. Behind these obese fish, arrows of fire rained down upon the houses and people, under the cover of the 6ft tall fat monster fish. Guided, the fat ones formed a wall for the arrows to shoot from, as guns could not be fired over them. Once they passed the wall of the village however, the wall of fat would likely be irrelevant due to side fire, however, the smart ones took notice, dashing for cover in houses, where they would slaughter those inside. Outside, however, the colossus was still obscured by the fog and night, hovering menacingly, and had gotten about a quarter a mile in, roaring it's great roar. Tarry sent 70 Mangy back, to report news. (Jen, as you are closer to the inside village, you will have the best description of what is going on. [Also your character is flying so]) ----------- As the Calvary began swarming in, the Mangy outside took action. The dragon set the bush on fire, making any metal armored units slow, overheated and tired. Meanwhile, horses were most likely scared of the flames, but none the less, the fish went for the initiative. Squads began pulling iron plates out from under the dirt, and forming rectangles with many prickly spears, three layers, poking out. The plates on to then opened up, allowing the archers inside to fire from their safety, at the cavalry. However, they could not stay forever, and began moving towards the cover of the dome. Only a few stayed behind, hidden in the bush, as well as the massive monster of a creature, who looked in the distance. It seemed that the northern half of the village was being set alight. Smoke raised high in the obscuring fog, though the raging fires seemed to be a large part of it. (Orn)

The massive dragon, as they believed was a God, swooped lower to the ground then, avoiding volleys if fire at best it could, tucking its wings and slamming into the ground with an overly loud [b]BANG[/b], causing a good deal of everything to lurch into the air near it. It stayed for a second now, shaking itself off and then standing back up. The dragon growled then, a deep grinding sound from deep in its belly. Then, it surged forward, tracking down the cannons from where it saw them in the tree lines. What the fish peoples didn't realize as well, was the psychic communication between the dragon and the cavalry, addressing where anything in the battle was. For the cannons however, it was a sudden attack, trees shaking at first as the dragon rushed on all fours, bursting into clearings wherever cannons where, making short work of the artillery it found.

The fish had now reached the midway point of the village, and archers had taken the wall to the north. The obese fish remained alive, setting fire to the village with brutal efficiency. Inside, things were chaos as fish ran, stealing and killing everything they could. One man was eaten alive by the obese walls, shoved down their throat without chewing. Meanwhile on the outside, the cannon to the east had been destroyed, burned and crushed by the dragon. However Rose would come to a choice as the fish began loading the heavy iron rounds. Was it better to get hit by a more deadly force, or stop the men inside the village, though her fire would be of little use there. Or perhaps turn attention to the lumbering colossus in the distance, who had slowed down to observe the fire, planning its attack. Either way she would have to decide quick, to avoid suffering the consequences of all three.

The cannons would prove more problems, and all she had to do was take them on from any other angle aside from the front. Taking to the air again, she flew around the clearing, landing near the next set of cannons now as she continued tube vicious attack; assaulting the encampments with a speed and veracity that left the crew dead and the cannons down, making sure not to be caught in their sights.

The problem was that the cannons were set up in the cardinal directions of the village, with an extra two to the north. It would take little adjustment to fire, though the shock had rendered the southern cannons useless. The village was mostly in flames by now, the fish begging to retreat under the blood and havoc with stolen currency, armor, weapons and people. They had razed the village, and would start the retreat, having accomplished their goal. With everything in order, Tarry ordered his troops to fall back with the stolen goods, and the giant turned to walk away. The village had been sacked to smoldering ruins, and a massive fire raged across the plains. The dragon had saved [i]itself[/i] from the cannons, but had not saved the burning village. Throwing firebombs at the building and ground behind them, the Giants and fish slowly began to trickle out of the village and under the cover of the burning grass and dark plains. However, they had taken a major blow, and would have to wait awhile before another full blown siege of an area. They would bide their time.

The dragon hadn't given up yet, taking to the air after ravaging another encampment, noticing the lack of action in the town as the fighting lessened. Either knew side was retreating or one side was nearly dead, and the massive red god wanted to be sure. Circling around, it hovered low, disrupting the smoke and searching for any survivors, and any fish it came across would be crushed, torn apart and shredded by the furious might of the dragon. Its talons serving as honed swords, and its wings creating a tornado of wind that cleared the smoke from the areas it was near.