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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 23:18:18 GMT -5
Sylvia's eyes grew wide at the sight of the magnificent creature that surged into battle, wreaking havoc upon the poor gryphons that were engaged with the remaining Drakes. She could feel the heat even with her own protective armor of scales. She had a feeling that this was the leader they had been waiting for...as she was asked for the orders, she looked to the captain. "This is what we've been waiting for! Let's get a move on! Keep back and cover me, I'm going to give it a bit of a surprise!"
With the barked order, Sylvia took off after the enormous creature, not sure how she was going to defeat it. Her eyes skimmed the firebird's form, taking in every detail. The dragon flew high into the sky to try to avoid notice as much as possible. Then, once she was over the bird, she began to dive down, her body angled like an arrow that shot down at the beast's back. A large ball of fire was starting to form at the back of her throat. The hot wind seared at the scales of her face.
As she drew as close as she could to the creature without crashing into it, the young red dragon unleashed the powerful fireball at one of its wings to try and throw it off balance, unsure if the attack would even work that well. The fireball surged forward like meteor towards the bird's massive flight limb, aiming for its lengthy pinions.
Once she let the fireball fly, she snarled and flapped her wings as hard as she could, surging back into the sky. Sylvia knew she would have to rely on her speed in this battle rather than strength alone.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 9, 2015 15:11:39 GMT -5
Sylvia's escort kept close, cutting their way through the chaos. Explosions would erupt around them all, canon, shot, fire, harpoons, claws and steel combined to create a terrible symphony of sound and sensation. With the emergence of the Firebird, a number of the smaller griffon vessels were routing, those fortunate enough to have not been entirely engulfed by the great streams of wispy fire trailing from the beast. The bird would sweep and dive between ships and squadrons of griffons, incarnating flesh and feathers and turning steel liquid hot till it melted away from ship hulls and turned into slag which fell to the earth below.
This terrible heat was quite apparent to Sylvia, like great blasts of scalding air wafting from volcanic creators or ovens left open on broil. However, it was nothing terribly atrocious against her scales, unlike griffons steel and flesh, her body rebutted the heat and fire quite well. Inversly, Sylvia's attempt at using her own brand of wicked fire proved entirely ineffective against the Firebird. Surprised by the sudden burst of fire that was not its own, the Firebird turned and unleashed a sphere-burst of incredible heat from its body, like a sun turned nova. The radiant heat blasted Sylvia's escorts and other griffons, and even drakes, unfortunate enough to be within its radius. When the bright blast subsided, her escorts were gone while the sky was choked with smoke and ash, the battle beyond the veil was drowned out by the great, blistering winds created from the now growing intense heat, leaving Sylvia and the Firebird seemingly alone in this oven - the Firebird's attention turned to the dragon then it charged.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 6:27:17 GMT -5
Sylvia snarled angrily as her flames did little against the firebird. She should've known...As the nova spread forth, the dragon hissed and backwinged as quickly as she could, feeling the heat even beneath her protective scales. It washed over her uncomfortably...and her heart sank as the two vessels that escorted her were nowhere in sight, most likely burned away to nothing. So many gryphons were losing their lives...and she was powerless to do a thing about it...
As the bird charged, Sylvia's eyes narrowed. She knew close combat was going to be difficult, and she turned her eyes to the caverns beyond. With powerful flaps of her wings to clear the air around her, the dragon waited until the firebird drew near before she struck out a powerful claw at one of the beast's wings. She tried to redirect the creature's flight pattern to avoid being impaled by that beak, lithely twisting in the air before shooting off towards the canyons the drakes made their home in.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 23, 2015 20:56:04 GMT -5
Sylvia’s strike took with her claw a few feathers and flames as it grazed the wing, Firebird redirecting their attack at the last moment, but unable to completely avoid the dragons attack. Sweeping past Sylvia, the Firebird quickly spun back around and with a slam of its wings, sent another white-hot stream of fire towards Sylvia as she came to the canyons. The fire and heat followed her in, channeled through the canyon, which lit all it touched and turned it to charcoal and embers. Above the canyon, the Firebird followed Sylvia, all the while it sent burst after burst of beyond volcanic heat at the dragon, until… A large blast erupted beside the canyon’s edge, followed by a great boom – the smell of gunpowder and iron penetrated through the smoke and ash. The Firebird was startled, it fluttered back, turned towards where the large shot had come from and took off. Sylvia was now alone.
Back on the Leviathan, Admiral Tesla watched through a scope as the large, long-range guns aboard his ship caught the attention of the Firebird. The side of Tesla’s beak turned up as he ordered another barrage, and his electrical weapons to be charged and ready for when the flaming bird came within range.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 20:03:28 GMT -5
Sylvia flew quickly through the caverns to outrun the flames that were shooting towards her. She could feel the heat despite her thick scales, and she surged up out of the canyon to spin around and dart after the Firebird as it began to retreat towards the ship. She had to strike at the thing as best as she could. The thing had feathers...if she could knock it out of the sky, they might stand a chance.
Flying high above the firebird, Sylvia let out a fierce screech as she shot down towards its right wing. Her muscular arm pulled back and she lashed it down the closer she got to the giant firebird, aiming to take out as many of the feathers she could with her ivory claws. A fierce battlecry escaped her mouth, the roar-like sound piercing the air.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Sept 16, 2015 3:12:22 GMT -5
From his scope, Admiral Tesla could see Sylvia now, once more, engage the Firebird from above. With the Firebird having flipped at the last moment to catch Sylvia's attack, they dug into one another as they rolled in mid-flight, and creating a spectacular swirling whirlwind of fire and smoke. the Firebird lashing out with its beak and talons to rake and rend Sylvia's underside and peck at her neck as it tore into her plated scales. It fought with such ferocity, such animal ruthlessness that Tesla found himself admiring the creature; even with a dragon upon it, ripping flaming feather's from it's flesh and wings, the Firebird still had enough wherewithal to find a spot between Sylvia's scales, middle of her neck, and dig it's beak into her unprotected hide and pull with it roasted flesh and muscle, its beak acting like a hot coal inside her muscle. And through this, despite the scuffle, the Firebird still pushed forward towards the Dreadnaught, Sylvia could just not do enough damage to the feathers fast enough.
"Delay my last!" Tesla commanded, "Hold barrage, wait till the Firebird is within range of the ship's electrical weapons, then fire everything we have."
A yeobird on the pipes cupped his talon over the receiver, "Admiral, sir, the gunnery deck is requesting clarification, are we to fire on the dragon?" He inquired.
"If the dragon is within the line of fire; I will not let the Firebird reach the Dreadnaught." Replied the admiral, as if his original command hadn't been clear enough.
The yeobird relayed the order, paused to listen, then glanced up. "Gunnery deck reports the cannons are loaded and coils will be ready to fire at your command."
Tesla returned his attention to the scope, watching Sylvia's and the Firebird's approach. With his talon raised, he prepared to give the signal.
Meanwhile, the battle had begun to turn in favor the griffon fleet. Tesla's ship and his special forces had begun to actively engage the drakes, allowing the remaining fleet ships to regroup and begin an offensive push against the drakes, who, in the chaos of the Firebird's attack, were scattered to avoid being caught in the wake of fire used to immolate the fleet's vessels.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Oct 1, 2015 0:43:38 GMT -5
“Admiral, the dragon and Firebird have not broken approach, your order?” Inquired the yeobird as he looked up from the pipes.
Tesla continued his gaze through the spyglass, a talon raised as he waited for the right moment to signal the yeobird to relay the firing order. As the dragon and bird tumbled in the air as they ravished one another with their claws, beak, and teeth. Smatterings of fire and flesh rained from the ball of fire and scales that pressed on towards the Dreadnaught.
The bridge crew were suspended, eyes on the impending doom that flew towards them, awkward, nervous glances shot to the admiral with eyes that begged for the order to come down. And just when it seemed that the admiral would allow the two giants to be upon them, his talon swung down and he squawked the fire command. The yeobird screeched the order into the pipes and within a breath, the entire world around the fleet and the valley exploded with a blast that could be heard all the way to Manehatten and Fillydelphia.
The Dreadnaught listed to its opposite side from the barrage, throwing griffons on all decks against the bulkheads, say for Tesla, whose talons and claws dug into the metal deck and maintained his bearing. Just off the side of the vessel, the rain of death and destruction, exploded, choking the sky with smoke and fire like the plume of a great volcanic eruption, mixed with terrible blast of lightning, electrical currents that coursed through the smoky clouds, which blinded the bridge crew with its brilliant flashes and continued to deafened all, who weren’t already shocked with the swan song of their hearing already dying from the first blast wave. Below, the forest was leveled just under the site of the eruption, trees were laid flat, broken from their base.
From the cloud of smoke and fire, fell two limp shapes, one red, one smoldering, that descending quickly before they crashed into the forest below. The moment they hit the ground, the remaining drakes turned their attention to what had just happened and, seeing their commander defeated, they turned tail and made quick for the nearby mountain caverns and valleys.
A signalbird from the flybridge stumbled into the bridge; he threw up a wobbly salute to the admiral – clearly still dazed from the blastwave. “Si-sir.” He mawped, as he opened and closed his break as he tried to pass the ringing in he head, “Sir… drakes retreat… order for fleet – mawp…”
Tesla shook his head, not entirely unaffected by the unexpected power behind the blast. “Able vessels pursue to mountain line for stragglers but no further, remaining fleet regroup, reports on damage, casualties, watch orders for all ships, prepare tow lines for crippled vessels. We make for Canterlot in one hour to perform airspace control and cleanup. Wheel, turn us about, I want to confirm death of Firebird and status of dragon.”
As he relayed that order, the watch from the opposite flybridge frantically entered, “Sir, unknown flare in the distance, origin appears from Whitetail near Everfree, bearing 95 degree southwest from bow.”
Tesla turned, stepping past the watchgriffon to glance out of the cracked bridge window, “That flare looks unicorn in origin. Signal, closest vessel to the flare is to break pursuit and investigate the source. If able, vessel is to assist Equestrian forces with air support and cover.”
“Aye, aye!”
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