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.