A Yak and a Hard Place [Open]

[Ravager]

Time and Date:: January 8th - Sunset
Weather:: Thick layer of snow, slight flurries
Previous Threads?:: Into Parts Unknown

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While this Scentipede enjoyed a good hunt, his stomach grew tired of being empty. His last hunt and proved a colossal failure, the deer had gotten away and for what? A human! And he didn't even get a thrill of hunting that. It had touched him! And not the stabbing attack kind of touch had came to expect from humans, a gentle ... patting! The memory made him cringe. No, today he needed food. Something that would be a fun chase but in the end an easy catch. Perhaps one of the large hairy horned beasts, they were slow enough and yet still had quite a bit fight in them.

Yes, that would be what he would eat today. Their scent was easy enough to snatch even from this distance. His progress towards the fields was slow, he didn't need to rush they weren't going anywhere. But as he neared the field an intrusive scent became apparent. Another dragon? He growled in displeasure as he got nearer. It was most certainly another dragon, and sitting get at the very field he had planned to raid! The insolence!

Based on what he could pick up, it was one of those two headed beasts that favored explosions. They were tougher to deal with, both heads could fight back independent of each other. But from where he was, this was the closest field and any other would be too far. He would surely be noticed if went to any others. Snarling, it was clear he would have to fight this dragon if he wanted to hunt these furry beasts.

By now it would have picked up on his deep rumbling roar, and he crept closer. «Two headed beast, step away from the furred animal!» One head turned groggily towards him, obviously distressed by the sudden realization. With a mighty roar he issued his challenge, charging forward.

[Mouldy Jam]

They night had been young, the dragon had wandered off around the village. They had grown bored of sleeping, and once again found their feet taking a journey of their own. They ended up at a yak farm, but after a scolding from the farmer they simply ended up sitting outside the field. They made a game of knocking the yaks back when ever they got to close to the fence, both heads could agree it was entertaining.

But as the evening went along, they grew tired, Mouldy fell asleep, and Jam continued to knock yaks back. Or at least he did until he heard something behind them. With a small yawn, he turned his head towards the sound. Eyes growing wide he gurgled in surprise. «Get up, get up!» The dragon began to panic as the other beast let out a roar. That was enough to snap the other head awake. «Eh? What's happening.» Shaking awake, the second head turned as well. «What is that?!» Finally the beast was able to stand up, and turned as quickly as their clunky feet would allow. «I don't know, but it ain't happy about us being here.» Jam glanced to his other head. «We need to warn somebody. If it gets into the village, I ain't going to forgive you!» «Me?!» «Shut up! Gas me!» They blasted a shot first at the other dragon, the second up into the air.

It exploded into the air, hopefully the blast would alert somebody. «Come on, we can take this joker!» Getting a running start, each head grabbed a tail tip, and they fell into a tumble. Gas spilling from Mouldy, then ignited by Jam and in a flash they were on fire. But even this display left the other dragon undetured.

It simply snapped it's jaws down on the Zipplebacks tail, yanking them ot of the spin, a peircing cry escaping both heads. «What kind of monster are you?!» Temporarily on their back the dragon struggled for a moment, flipping over and backing up. They hardly noticed the blood dripping from the base of their tail now, adreneline pulsing through their viens. «You wont find this place an easy target.» «Not with us around.»

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''I'm not that small. I'm actually really big, for my specie, right?'' 
''Of course Moln, who would ever doubt that,'' chuckled Eímhir. Ever since the end of dinner, the terrible terror had been complaining about the way Heor had laughed at her, that morning. It was a nice change to pass from food and human ignorance to something completely different in the range of complaints. The viking girl kept an eye on her dragon in a distracted motion; dividing her attention between Moln and her dragonese book.

The complains went on for a while and suddenly, the terrible terror quieted down. Not used to silence, coming from Moln, Eímhir gave complete attention to the dragon and frowned. ''What's wrong?'' she inquired. Standing at the end of the bed, Moln was completely alert and listening carefully to something. The viking waited for a few seconds and finally reached out to her dragon, ''Hej, Moln, what is it?'' The terrible terror stood still for another second before rushing off the bed, towards the door of the room. ''There's a dragon fight going on and it's not gonna be pretty!'' Eímhir bit her lower lip, taking a second to think. She knew that it was usual for fights to break out here and there and she was ready to help around, but.. would she end up alone in the middle of that fight, with only her little terrible terror? ''Stop thinking stupid, wingless-human, we have to go!'' Moln was right, as a 16 years old, Eímhir had to react to any threat that could form against her village.

The viking took her fur coat and grabbed her dragon before rushing outside, making sure that her father wouldn't notice her escape at this time. As soon as she reached the front door, she asked her dragon for guidance. ''Go to the place with the furred animals.'' Eímhir nodded in understanding and started running through the village, in direction of the yaks. Not really paying attention to her path and to the possible presence of other humans and dragon, the young viking turned the corner of a house sharply and hit something. Ste then rebounded and fell down in the snow, wincing in pain, but mostly in surprise. ''Sorry, there's an emergency--'' She said accidentally in Dragonese and starting to stand up already.

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Heor had gone on a walk after supper, he usually did this to smell the food from the other houses, and since Asgeir was cleaning up the House it was the best timing he had to get out of helping his rider with the chores. As he walked back, he heard something off into the distance. He doesn't know what, it sounded like a pop. The dragon turned his head back, raising his ears as he saw the smoke. With a roar of his own, he looked up to the second floor window of his home hopefully to get Asgeir's attention. "Oi! Stop roaring out there! You'll have people yell at us!" The dragon could hear his rider yell.

A sharp push was felt after a moment of thinking outside of the house. "Sorry, there's an emergency--" He heard as he looked to see a young girl on the ground. Wait, he knew this girl... and her pet across her shoulders. Heor laughed. "I know it's an emergency young one, but the idiot isn't coming out thinking I'm just roaring at a yak." Heor politely said, not at all phased at the girl's ability to speak their language. He looked back to the House, roared louder.

Having had a rough day, Asgeir was less then pleased with his friend's roars. The chieftain had grounded him from any further flying until he thought a class of in training's the ropes. After a long dreaded moment of thought, Asgeir got up from his desk, closing his book as he did so, and headed towards the window. In a burst of anger, he threw the window shutters open. "Heor I swear if you--...." He stopped, seeing the smoke cloud. "Oh for the love of Odin!" He yelled before looking at Heor. "I'll be right down!" He exclaimed, closing the windows.

From the outside, an large amount of noises could be heard as things were sent on the floor. "I really have to clean this stupid place up." He said, stumbling out of the door as he messily finished hooking his leather armor onto himself. He looked at Eimhir, smiling. "Well! If it isn't my friend, the girl with the face!" He said, throwing the saddle he had in his hand on top of Heor. He was terrible with names, and right now he couldn't be bothered as he fixed everything to make sure it didn't slide off while he was flying. "You have three seconds to tell me if you need a ride towards the smoke. If I'm to train you, you'll need field experience." He tightened the last of the belts and jumped onto the saddle, offering her a hand if she did decide to take up his offer. "Think fast, I kind of have smoke to deal with." He impatiently said.

[Ravager]

A roar of anger escaped the dragon as the two headed one retaliated. He stumbled a bit from the force of the explosion, the smell of it filling his nostrils and blocking out the rest of the world. Sneezing a bit he cleared his nose, the scent still lingered but at least others were now making it in. But with the clearing, a new smell tickled his senses. It was faint, but gaining quickly. «You called more to your aid?» Tails lashing he advanced on the Zippleback. «Have you no honor?! This is our fight, none with some other beast and it's human!» Even from here he could smell that it was a pair approaching, and his anger only rose.

But in his moment of scent blindness and anger, they attempted an attack. However they weren't quick enough to catch him off guard, the scent of their gas was strong enough to let him know what was up. A flare of his nostrils, a brief check of the wind, and he snapped his jaws just to his left. With a quick jerk of his neck, he knocked the dragon away, the cries of pain only fueling his desire to fight more. His teeth were warm and red, jaws hanging slightly parted. «What am I?» He lifted his head from the ground, wings pushing him up as they rested on the ground. «I am the destroyer, the hunter, the ravager. And you shall rue the day you got in my way.»

The fact that they were trying to stand up to him made him give off a rough chuckle, tails twitching in amusement. «And you plan on stopping me? Really?» He arched his neck, head slightly lower but still lifted from it's usual place near the ground. «I can smell where that beast you called will land, where you have been and what you have done.» The deep rumble of his Dragonese was doing quite a good job of instilling fear into the Zipplebacks heart. «I will kill you, and feast on dragon tonight.»

The dragon reared up, limbs flailing as he let out another bellowing roar. A as his front limbs crashed back down to the ground, a burst of speed erupted from him as he charged the other dragon. Snarling, he ensnared the Zippleback, wrapping around their necks and body. «Barely even a challenge, and you call yourself a dragon!» His limbs dug in and gripped the green beast. «They can't save you!»

[Mouldy Jam]

The dragons words echoed in their heads, a quick glance at each other and they looked back. «You ain't going to win this.» «We've got something you don't.» They took a step foward, tail hanging low behind them, a faint painful reminder of what this beast could do. «They will get here, and you will leave.» But there was no doubt as he spoke, that even they could feel their confidence waver. 'He's not lying...' Necks bobbing, Mouldy began to leak gas out of nervous habit.

As the monster charged at them, his leak turned into shots, and Jam picked up quickly enough to ignite them. But it was too late, and they saw the length of the other dragon. Or more, experienced it. Claws grabbing them, and pulling their necks apart. Jam sparked furiously, but was no where close enough to even hope of lighting up any gas. «Shoot some my way!» Mouldy blinked a bit, lips twitching. The expression on his face was of utter fear, but he managed to shoot some gas towards Jams sparking mouth. As the fire burst to life, it continued it's path, and engulfed a portion of the dragon that now ensnared them. And thanks to Mouldy's nervous habit, even more fire spread around them.

But it was enough, only just, and they began to feel the claws loosen. Wobbling, a powerful downstroke of their wings and they broke free. Now airborn they backed off, landing far enough away it would take awhile for the other dragon to catch up. Or at least they hoped. «It hurts...» Mouldy craned his neck to glance at their tail. «I know, but we have'ta keep it together 'til some one else gets here.» His lips pulled up in a grin, trying to comfort his other half. But they both knew this was going to be rough.

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OOC:: Broke the 8 hour between posts thing simply because I am playing both characters a bit in each post, so you would miss out if I didn't!

[Sigrid and Smudge]

Smudge bounced around the house roaring at the roof. Sigrid stuck her head into the room and threw a fish at the Flabbermunch.
"Shut up, Smudge," she said crossly. "You're loud enough to wake the dead!"
"Let me out!" the dragon paced anxiously. "I can hear Mouldy and Jam, and they're not okay!"
Sigrid frowned at him and Smudge rolled his eyes. She was so slow sometimes.
"What's up?"
"You think I know?" the dragon replied scathingly. "There's a sun-damned DOOR between me and them!"
Smudge's viking grabbed her spear and ran to open the door. Smudge hurtled though the doorway without letting his mistress on, and heard her sweaar loudly as she was hit in the face with his foot. She only just managed to grab onto his broad tailtip, like a blunt brown axe blade, before the air was skating across his scales. She took a while to get a grip on his tail, but Smudge wasn't waiting.
"Smudge, you-"
The word was whipped away by the wind; probably for the best. Smudge may not have been the best at Vikingtonge, but he was sure it was not very polite at all.
By the time Sigrid had finally managed to wriggle worm-like up Smudge's tail onto the saddle, they were over a yak field, where a few dragons were roaring. Bursts of wyrmflame lit the sky, and Mouldy and Jam were caught in the grip of another dragon, their necks being pulled apart. Sigrid swore again as Smudge wailed in surprise. The two-headed dragon managed to escape, and Smudge dropped like a boulder, landing hard beside Mouldy and Jam.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. Sigrid reached out to the wild two-headed cousin, eyes- eye, sorry, Smudge corrected in his head- wide.

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Eímhir observed the Galewing in disbelief; it was the second time today that they crossed path while she was simply trying to mind her own business. What were the odds? At least, Heor was trying to get his rider outside, which meant that she wouldn't be alone at the fighting spot. "That's why my size is the greatest of all," started Moln proudly, "I am not stuck outside and forced to roar at my wingless-human, to get her attention. I just have to go see her and talk, huge-mean-dragon." The viking's eyes widened at the insult and she quieted her Terrible Terror. Eimhir was about to excuse her dragon, when she heard Asgeir scream that he would be there in a second. He had finally noticed what was going on.

Apparently, the rider's house was a mess, for all the viking girl could hear, for the next seconds, was a mess of falling objects, objects tossed aside and so on. Compared to that, her own house was quite clean and neat. Finally, Asgeir appeared, dressed for a fight and making the girl bite her tongue. She hadn't even thought of bringing her axe. The dragon rider smiled at the sight of the trainee, "Well! If it isn't my friend, the girl with the face!" ... the girl with the face. Eímhir sighed in exasperation, while Moln broke down in laughter. The viking was about to comment when she noticed the smoke, in the background; it really wasn't time to pout. She was about to start running again, when Asgeir held out his hand, offering a ride. The girl tried to take it, but blocked herself. It wasn't time for that, but human contact was quite terrifying for her. She started withdrawing, when the man urged her to make a decision. "Come on, stop wasting time!" With that, Eimhir shook her head and grabbed the hand of Asgeir. She climbed on his dragon's back and settled uneasily. It was probably one of the first times she was riding one of those gigantic beasts.

Before long, the small group arrived at the origin of the smoke. Eimhir jumped down the back of Heor and quickly analysed what she could see. On one side, a Zipelbach was injured and standing next to another villager. On the other, a wild and furious dragon seemed to be ready to take down his opponent. The viking girl made a few steps in direction of the wild beast and tried to understand what he wanted and said. "Dangerous wingless-human, you'll get killed!" warned Moln, trying to hide in the girl's hood.

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He had indeed helped the girl to get onto his mount. "Alright Heor, let's go." He patted Heor's side before the beast extended it's mighty wings and flapped off the ground. The ride wasn't long, but it was decent enough. He hadn't ridden with somebody along for a while, and he hadn't been this close to the other gender in an even longer while. He had tried to gulp as silently as possible, the He had noticed the girl flinch but didn't care one bit. That wasn't his problem right now.

What was indeed his problem was the smoke coming from the Yak farm. Heor landed, and before Asgeir could tell the girl to get off, she did. Alright, run down of the events..., he thought as he looked around. Three vikings, four dragons. I brought little Eimhir here so the two without the saddles are the ones fighting. He dropped off Heor, and casually walked between the Zipplebach and the Scentipede. He had his game face on, and he turned fully towards the Scentipede, which out of the two combatants it seemed like he was the least hurt.

Not wanting to seem threatening, he'd just stare at the dragon into the eyes. Asgeir did this out of either stubbornness, or as a challenge. "The lady and Eimhir, mind staying back?" He asked as Heor walked over to sit behind his rider, eyes in a threatening glare. The proud beast not scared of the dragon with so much snow around. "You have no rights over these lands, you joke of a slime. Leave it before more dragons come." The Galewing said. Heor knew that he had no chance against it on the ground, so he had extended his wings in order to be more imposing and have a quick way to getting to the skies.

Asgeir drew one of his two swords at his hips, bringing up his red scarf and pulled up the white hood. He would seem to merge with Heor as he did so, the colors of Asgeir's attires and Heor's scale having an effect of camouflage. He just waited for the Scentipede to either leave or make the first move.

[Ravager]

The first to arrive, a rather bulky looking dragon with a human clung to it. His shrill hiss escaped as he weaved to the side slightly. A dragon and their rider, but not the last he could scent. But for now this beast didn't seem as concerned about him. The other injured beast took it's concern. 'They are all soft.' His mind hadn't the time to linger however before more arrived.

A female human jumped from the back of the newly arrived dragon, and for some reason approached him first. His heavy snarling became a deep rumbling laugh. «Listen to your flying rat, human. Any closer and you will face the same fate as the two headed beast!» His nostrils twitched in amusement, a human and a Terror. The least threatening thing to bring to a fight. But now the other human who had been riding the second dragon stepped right between him and his target. Jaws splitting a bit he arched his neck. He paid no head to the humans words as the dragon spoke to him. «I have no right?» His tail lashed, knocking the trees not far behind him. «They breed these beasts, and for what, if not for me to hunt!» He growled as its wings spread wide, knowing full well what he intended. A beast with such mighty wings surely intended to take the fight to the sky, avoiding his obvious prowess at battle on the ground. 'Smart beast.'

«Three against one?» He lifted his head from the ground ever so slightly, nostrils flaring the whole time. With the situation changing and evolving quickly he had to keep on his toes, not let any details slip past him. «I like those odds.» A content tone lacing his snarl. The human male drew a weapon, and his snarling grew louder. «Oh you brought a dagger to a dragon fight. Hah!» The human seemed to be trying to disappear into the blanket of white that was his dragon. But to a beast with such poor eyesight, and such an excellent nose it meant nothing to him. «Foolish creature!» Snorting he turned his head directly to face Asgeir and Heor. «I can still smell you!» Perhaps it was foolish to charge at them first, but the human male had placed himself right in the line of fire.

If he was lucky, he would grab the human before the beast had time to react. Hold him hostage against his will, and perhaps keep for a snack since these creatures seemed so determined to keep him from the horned fur-piles. If he wasn't, however he knew the fight would likely take to the sky, turning the situation very much against him. But the thought of failure did not deture him, oh no, it fired the ovens in his belly and made him want to win even more. He charged towards Asgeir with all the speed he could muster, jaws open ready to snap at a moments notice. He was not giving up, no matter how badly these beasts fought back.

[Mouldy Jam]

A surprised gurgle escaped the dragon as he noticed shadows arriving on the horizon. «It worked! They are coming!» The first to arrive was a large dragon, and they were glad to see him drop beside them. «Been better.» Jam groaned as they lifted their tail slightly, the bite still throbbing. «I'm so glad to see you, friend!» Mouldy turned his gaze to Smudge's human and blinked a bit. He let out a small gurgle and bumped his nose towards her, he wouldn't mind the contact though he knew Jam would. «Any help is welcome.» «But I'm not sure your human will be much help here...» Jam stopped and blinked, she probably spoke their tongue. «No offence.» He added quickly. They both turned their gaze back to the wild dragon across the way. «He's tough.»

Not long after their arrival, Heor arrived. The white beast stood out against the sky, but when he landed it was as if the snow itself had come alive. Surprisingly he carried two humans on his back, and one of them had a small terror perched on them. «Things are looking up now!» But the female human who had left Heor's saddle first walked towards the beast. Mouldy let out a surprised cry, lunging to stop her but not only did Jam stop him, Heor was also a bit of a roadblock at the moment. The Terror in her hood called a warning to her as well, and he pray she didn't go any further for both their sake. Dragons didn't come much wilder than this, and if any humans died Mouldy would take it personally.

But a gurgle of relief escaped him as the other human seemed far more prepared for the situation. Him and the white dragon seemed to have some sort of plan, and he was beginning to feel better about this. Jam was still worried. «He uses his nose.» His comment was directed at the new dragons, trying to fill them in. «Scent over sight.» But there wasn't much time to warn them of more, the aggression was already rising between the wild beast and the newcomers. Before he could say any more the Scentipede had charged, his target quite clear, even from their position behind the white dragon. He was going to take out the easiest target, and the one that would likely make Hoer much more volatile. «Galewing, guard your human!» Jam managed to shout last moment, hoping he already had that very idea.

Mouldy glanced sideways at Jam, and blinked slowly. Jam nodded back at him. This was no fight for just one dragon, human or not. They would all need to fight, and that meant they couldn't stay protected, injured or not. A tail would heal, and unlike some they didn't need theirs to function. The attack had left them a bit groggy, limbs moving slower, but they needed to get out from behind the giant white wings in their way if they wanted to do anything. 

[Sigrid and Smudge]

"None taken," the female replied.
Smudge nodded at Mouldy and Jam's reply.
"She's not too bad with her spear, when she's not impaling her own eyes."
Smudge's viking swatted his side.
"That was uncalled for,"
she muttered, adjusting her bandanna over her missing eye. She climbed onto his saddle once again, and Smudge rolled his shoulder blades. The saddle had been shifted from its normal position; the broad hunk of leather and wood was annoying and potentially dangerous when stopping the rotation of his wings. Once it was back in its usual spot, Smudge lifted slowly into flight. I'm not the swiftest, he had to admit, but I'd like to see how that thing takes a tail to the snout!

He turned to face the gigantic dragon, snarling his rage and spitting a blast of molten magma at the Scentipede. The magma blasted apart on impact, its uniquely thin composition proving a disadvantage in this case, the  majority of the blast skating off the dragon's scales and hardening to scoria as it plummeted to earth.
"Curses!" Smudge snarled at the air, opting for a more up-close-and-personal approach; stopping directly above the Scentipede to drop lava on it from above.
"What are you doing?" Sigrid screeched, clinging to her spear like life itself.
"Stop stabbing me with that and actually use it!" Smudge hollered. Sigrid must have caught the drift, as she managed to peg the spear downwards, aiming at the Scentipese's gaping jaws.
"Betcha that'll put a foul taste in his mouth!" Smudge quipped, then stopped beating his wings. His viking screamed as they plummeted and Smudge flipped awkwardly in mid-air, bringing his tail bludgeon down on the beast's nose with a loud, dull thunk.

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"Stop trying to stand in the middle of the fight, wingless-human, you'll get yourself killed! And me too by the same occasion; I don't want to die because of a stupid large dragon!" Eimhir glanced at her hood, where Moln was hiding and barely visible at this point. Although she did have a really good point, it wasn't time to show hesitation or worst, fear. The opponent was imposing, but he could be fought off; they weren't alone against it. The viking shook her head and refocused on the gigantic opponent, there had to be a way to bring him to the ground and chase him off. Not killing him was optional, but it would be wonderful. 

Eimhir observed the opponent only now realized that he had been grumbling his intentions, a probable attempt to frighten his enemies; humans usually didn't understand Dragonese. Unfortunately, he was simply spilling the beans right now and explaining his entire judgement; he was hungry. Considering that he had decided to fetch food in the supplies of the villagers, he was probably getting a bit desperate, good sign. However, he hadn't been out of food long enough for it to impact on his health and willpower. Less good. Hunger is a good motivator that would probably make the fight unstable and unpredictable.

Out of the corner of her eye, the viking girl realized that Asgeir was bringing the attention on himself, building of camouflage of white snow and trying to disappear within the protection of Heor. It was a good idea, but it was quickly dismissed by the opponent, who immediately explained that he could smell well and the camouflage was useless. "Asgeir, this is not gonna work! Large nostrils, it's a smelling dragon, not one relying on sight!" In a Dragonese echo, Eimhir heard the weakened dragon yell just about the same thing. Eimhir smirked and rushed out of the way and behind Heor. Although he was currently the center of attention, it would be useful for Asgeir to be able to understand the enemy and his own dragon. Perhaps there was also a weapon on the saddle, that the girl would be able to use. Highly improbable, but not impossible.

Protected by the Galewing, Eimhir took the time to rush her knowledge of Scentipedes. As in any combat against a dragon, the viking girl had a hard time remembering everything that could be counted of importance, to beat the opponent. The large nostrils meant that the dragon was of the tracker class, it relied heavily on smell.. which could also be a problem! "Tracker class, will be distracted by smells easily! So throwing a smelly distraction could perhaps incapacitate him long enough for us to give a good blow. But.. what could do, we don't have that." Eimhir returned in her head and fetched for more information. What could she remember? What could she remember? The viking shook her head in disbelief, she couldn't replace any relevant weakness.

At this time, the other viking-rider duo decided to attack. Sending a blast of magma on the opponent. Upon hitting the scale armor of the Scentipede, the blast fell apart, barely causing any damage, if any. Eimhir observed the duo attack and try to destabilize the opponent but the hardness of the scales made most impacts irrelevant and useless. Hardly protecting herself, the viking kept going over the tracker class, trying to replace the relevant information to each type of dragon. Scentipede, scentipede, scentipede----- great armor on the back--- "Hitting the back won't bring anything! The stomach is vulnerable." Eimhir looked up at Heor, he probably had caught on a while ago, but she hoped that it would encourage everyone to take off in the sky as soon as possible.

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Asgeir had read on these types of dragons... he never actually saw one but he knew of the Tracker class' great scent. "Asgeir, this is not gonna work! Large nostrils, it's a smelling dragon, not one relying on sight!" He heard the weaponless viking say. "Think I didn't notice?" He exclaimed back, keeping his eyes on the dragon. His eyes kept scanning the beast for any signs of aggression. "Tracker class, will be distracted by smells easily! So throwing a smelly distraction could perhaps incapacitate him long enough for us to give a good blow. But.. what could do, we don't have that." Eimhir had kept going. "Alright I get it! Now find something to be use-" He stopped as he saw the beast charge.

The plan had been that Heor would have grabbed him and flown off, but Eimhir was now a liability in that plan. He whistled sharply, a new plan forming in his head as he tucked and rolled backwards. Heor jumped over the rolling Viking to catch the beast off guard, hoping to stomp it's massive jaws into the snow and drive the beast back. "Hunt tamed animals?! That's as fun as fighting a pillow. What type of Hunter finds fun with no game?" Heor taunted. He roared at the beast. 

Asgeir rolled to his feet, a glare coming to his face as he looked at Eimhir. "Did I not tell you to stay back? Now you've put Heor in danger!" He sighed, not truly meaning to be mean but the words probably coming off as such. He sighed, regaining his composure. "Alright, you said Scent over Sight right? Well, if you want to be useful go gather some of the yak droppings around." He said, winking at her. "I'll keep it off of you." He said, looking at Heor.

Heor was in a tense battle with the beast, pushing and shoving it. The Galewing's problems in combat were that if it had to resort to firepower, it didn't have much. "You are a taint in your kind's great tracking lineage. Having to resort to mere farm animals." The proud beast exclaimed. Heor knew he was at a disadvantage on the ground, he hoped Asgeir would quickly think of something so they could take off into the skies.

Asgeir sheathed his sword as he made a dash to his dragon. He needed to get off the ground fast, and he only hoped that the beast wouldn't attack him while he was in the open away from his dragon.

[Ravager]

While Ravager had chose the easiest target, the other dragons had something else in mind. First the chunky one thought he would try some lava, but it almost tickled as it rolled off his armour. His charge was not halted in the slightest, until the beast tried again. Directly above him it let go another blast, this one caught him off guard. He didn't even get a chance to notice what the white dragon and his human where doing when a spear tried to peirce his mouth. Thankfully his reaction time was quick enough to save him from a serious wound, but it had managed to halt his advance.

In his moments pause, the large beast attacked. But no longer with lava, this time it's bludgeon like tail cracked him upside the head. A bellow escaped him, limbs flailing as he was forced off balance. And to add insult to injury the white beast had called him a disgrace. «Me? How about you tame dragons, eating from special bowls whenever you like? At least my prey can still escape of its own free will!» He snarled in retaliation. Wings began to flap madly instead of supporting his weight to regain control of his balance once more. Now on the ground, head as close to the snow as he could manage, he finally picked up the white dragons scent properly. Just in time at that, he scuttled backwards to avoid the dragons feet smashing him down. The attack however left the large beast very close to the Scentipede.

He took this chance to attempt and wrap the beast up in coils of his armour plated grip. First circling around, till his front met his back to any ground movement and then rearing before throwing himself at the Galewing. In an attempt to ensnare his wings, and ultimately ground the beast, he would grab and pull and bite at anything he could manage. He paid no heed to the other dragons, this one was his prize now. And with him this close they wouldn't be able to intervene without also harming the white beast. But his nostrils flared all the while, pulling in as many scents as he could. «Hunting things not worth the time often brings out a greater challenge.» He hissed in a taunt in reference to the beasts earlier mocking.