Scene #2118: A Dragon in Dragon Country

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Rynn	The Confederacy have control over the Rookery for some time. Wild dragons and wilder wyverns. No one has been overly busy with trying to claim it back from them either, that was until someone decided to change the fate of the dragons here and that was a Red Elder Breed named Arokh. As the Confederate soldiers went about their normal routine they didn't think anything about it, until a red dragon swoops over head and then out of no where, blast down flames as he soars by, lightning the defense wall up. The soldiers attempt to move to positions as the Red dragon came back around. Its fiery gold eyes narrowing as he roars out as he flies by avoiding the machine gun fire, before coming back around as he speaks out with a low rumble. "I will be taking this back for the Union! Now begone!" Then comes back in with another sweeping pass of dragon fire...
Ferham	The non-elite soldiers likely are having quite a time with this sort of assault. Could such low caliber weapons even harm a dragon's scales? One would suppose it depended on the dragon. Right now however, the forces stationed at the rookery were in trouble, and it was down to a valkyrie that swooped down from the heavens to save them. This one wasn't intending on waiting to collect the fallen, however. "Invaders! We're under attack!" Ferham's electromagnetic whip is cracking with energy as she hovers nearby, making a short radio transmission to call the nearby allied units to fall back. Really, she just doesn't want anyone to get hurt getting in her way. She hovered closer, her high-heeled boots hanging beneath her as the the air seemed to grow colder around her, as if mist or steam was eminating from her red armor.
Rynn	The Air chills as Arokh flies by and the cold frosts on his wing scales. He grimaces as he flaps his wings hard to break the ice, which cracks some of his scales, but he circles around before coming to hover in the air. Looking at the Reploid before him. "So you are the one the Confederates have sent?" The Elder Dragon asks as he hovers there with his wings flapping with an easy beat. His ear fins flexing close a bit before he hmphs softly. "Hope you have more tricks up your sleeves then simple ice." There was a crackle of electrical energy around his teeth, "Like lets see how well your metal armor holds up to electricity!" Then with a spark of electrical power, Arokh blasts out lightning from his maw right at where Ferham is, before starting to try and go back to circling around her. It doesn't seem this dragon plays very nice.
Ferham	"I don't want to hurt you, or your dragon, but you're not leaving me any choice," Ferham cracked her whip, sending the actual length out of the handle and snapping against the ground many feet below her. It seemed to sort of snake out of and retract from the grip, like some kind of laser whip. "As for tricks... well, I can show you what I can do with this," there is another whip crack, a smile on her lips. Electricity however, is no joke--especially for her, the sudden cracking of electricity sends Ferham veering as she floated off to the right, trying to strafe around it. A few arcs of the electricity caught on her wing tip and ran up it, causing her to cry out. "Well if you want to play rough--" she swings her whip out and attempts to wrap it around one of the dragon's limbs--trying to catch or pull him about with both arms.
Rynn	Arokh circles around and snorts flames from his nostrils at he remark before he chuckles. "Your dragon?" The red-gold beast grins slightly, "I /am/ the dragon!" He roars out before he goes to swoop past her at accelerate speeds. However this is not a wise move on his part, as her whip gets a hold of his back leg, "What?" and then the current attempts to burn at his scales. He yelps out in pain, before he tries to drag her slightly. With a low growl and looking back at her, he then goes to flip around in the air, tucking his wings slightly, before he comes right back at her. Last moment he pulls up. but his tail swings in hard to slam against her body with its spiked edges.
Ferham	Ferham apparently had thought the large draconic beast had a rider, she was duly suprised when the large tail slammed down into her midsection--doubling her over and tossing her back into a wall. Crying out as she impacted with the wall's surface, she grit her teeth and pushed herself right back off of it, her whip clutched in one hand and her free clawed glove flexing. Ferham's whip couldn't exactly burn someone with electromagnetism, unless she was dealing with a robot--but whatever her whip had done seemed to be effective. Pulling herself up into the air, she held a hand out as a shower of icy sharp projectiles began to be swept toward him--like a hail of knives!
Rynn	Arokh flips himself around in the air as Ferham unleashes a blast of ice in his direction. The dragon lets out a roar as flames lick the air and melt most of the ice, though a few shards manage to get by an skim across his face. The Elder breed then chuckles softly before he goes to swoop in directly for her at full speed, reaching to take hold of her wings and then if his claws dig hold, smash her into part of another mountain side, before trying to pull away. "The air is my domain, Confederate! We elder breeds are masters of the skies! You'll have to do better!"
Ferham	"I guess that doesn't bother you that much with all those scales, but is there any missing patch, like in the book?" Ferham smirked a little, her eyes narrowing as she scanned over the draconic's hide, half-trying to guess how he might move and react, and half looking for a susceptible point. As she's tackled in the air however, she has a much bigger problem. "Getting friendly here--aren't you?" she snarls, sending her back and wings smashing into the side of the rock face he pulled her into. When he pulls away from her however, that whip of her's is trying to snake around his waist and midsection, giving it a yank to try and draw it tight around him. "Don't leave so soon, just getting to know eachother!" and she tugs.
Rynn	Arokh roars out in protest as the yank pulls him back and winces on his mid section painfully. He slams into the rocky mountain side, as he claws dig into the stone. Those fiery eyes glare right at the Reploid Valkyrie with a snarl upon his maw. "I'm sorry, but I don't have interest in mechanoid constructs." Flames licked around his maw as he continued to speak, those draconic eyes narrowing sharply. "I'm more into the flaming hearts and burning wills!" Then with a roar, a blast of explosive dragon fire went streaking across the distance between himself and Ferham, heating up the already dark rock. Causing it to glow like embers on a volcanic mountain side.
Ferham	"You and about everyone else, pal," Ferham brushed her face with the back of her black gloved hands, as if wiping sweat or the like off there. "Flaming hearts and burning wills? I didn't know you were such a passionate type," she muttered cooly, mostly under her breath. Those green eyes of hers went wide however as the sudden blast of explosive plasma, or dragon breath--came hurtling toward her. She barely had time to alight and touch down off the rocks before they were kissed by flame, leaving herself mostly unhurt. "You should relax, calm down, all that getting worked up you're going to give yourself a stroke," she formed a large projectile with a gloved hand, waving her hand around, before she reached out and grasped it--ice crystals and hoarfrost beginning to crystalize and spike out along the object's length, a giant ice javelin! "Here honey, cool off!" and she lawn-darted that 5-foot long frost spear right towards him.
Rynn	Arokh roared and then leaped off the Mountain side after Ferham, only to have the Ice Javelin pierce through his wings membrane. He howled a draconic roar in pain as he suddenly went crashing down to the ground below. His body rolling across the rocky surface, before he got back up on fours and growled up at her. He stretched out his injured winged and hrmphed softly. "I'm not really the type to cool down." He winces a little as he tries to flex it out fully, he can only imagine right now how much pain Rynn must be in, which causes him to wince a little inside. Those draconic eyes look up at Ferham. "I like to keep things /heated/, but for you..." There seems to be like steam now slowly rolling out from his nostrils and around his sharp teeth, "Maybe I'll make an exception." Arokh goes to stand on his hign legs as his head rears down, then with low rumble, he spits out saliva at her direction, only as it hurls toward it it becomes a frozen liquid that attempts to freeze anything it impacts with.
Ferham	"So I noticed..." Ferham watched the dragon forced down and roll along the ground below, with a bit of detachment in her expression. She was more or less just doing her job right now, and while she might have felt pity otherwise, she seemed to be keeping her emotions out of this. "If you want you could just leave, we could call it a draw," she called down, gesturing to him as she floated in the air, her eyes widening however when the sudden stream of saliva rocketed toward her, freezing in mid-air. "Agh!" she covered her face with an arm but the rest of it hit her pretty squarely, coating her in the ice and causing her to tumble down to the rocks below. While water was never a big problem for her, ice seemed to work against her just fine. Picking herself up from the now shattering and crumbling ice, she shook her head a little, as if to work out a crick in it, pulling herself up and swinging her whip out, bringing it down on him, hard.
Rynn	The whip cracked across his shoulder and breaking some of his hardened scales. Arokh roared a bit in pain as the whip caused him to flinch back a bit. He snarled his teeth at her as those eyes look upon her, "Draw? Hardly. I never surrendered in all my three hundred years of young life. I don't plan to now!" As he said those final words he went racing right for her, before leaping into the air to actually pounce upon her and slam her into the ground with all his weight, along with strength pressing down on her. His teeth baring at her face if he was successful. "I know the New Dark Union has aligned themselves with the Confederacy and I will not see these dragons, mindless as they may be, fall into their clutches! Now like my brothers and sisters have!" It seems this location was more then just for the Union, but also for personal reasons as well.
Ferham	"That's unfortunate, I was hoping we could halt this before someone got really injured," Ferham yelped however as the dragon drew himself up and sort of mid-air tackled her, bringing her pivoting around in the air and trying to wrestle with him. "Get off!" she open-handed punched here and there, as well as tryied to give him a proper blow with her clenched fist, though it was a struggling sort of affair, the two seemed to be at an impasse, her clawed, gloved hands keeping his teeth just inches away from her face. "Hrnngh... get away!" she brought her knee up hard, trying to drive it into his midsection in defense, both trying to break the grapple and deter him from trying to eat her face.
Rynn	The kick and strikes were enough to break Arokh away, who tumbled back to the ground and slide back a few as his claws digged into the rocky soil under him. He huffed a few times and snorted at her. "This is war." He claims with a calm sound in voice. "Injury is unavoidable. The best you can do, is keep fighting!" The red dragon then roars out before flames gather around his maw once more and then with deep growling rumble, he blasts out a fireball right for Ferham's direction.
Ferham	"That... makes absolutely no sense, why can it not end?" Ferham took in a deep breath, trying to keep her altitude while dealing with the dragon and the damage she'd already suffered. The femmebot tried to bring up a shield of ice around her front, and sent gravity it's way to try and repulse it--however it doesn't hold and the blast of flame hits her squarely. "Are you sure we can't talk this over like adults?" she brings her whip up again, looking up as she didn't expect the dragon to give her any mercy--instead being forced down to the ground and trying to flick her whip up and around his neck, trying to loop it around like a noose.
Rynn	Arokh narrows his eyes gently. "You don't understand a thing about war do you? Its live or die!" At least that is how its been in Draken for who knows how long. However as Ferham comes back down, her whip cracks around his neck and he roars out, before being slammed down to the ground trying to break from from its hold. The red dragon struggles a bit as it tightens up, but those eyes narrow sharply as his teeth snarl. No roar. No words. Instead Arokh comes charging at her to relax the whip around his neck and opens up his maw. Those razer teeth aimed to take a bite at the very arm that dares to pin him with that whip of hers.
Ferham	"If that's what you want," Ferham disentangled her whip from around the dragon's neck, after having tightened it. She wanted to apparently subdue him without killing him, or so it seemed. As the dragon tackles her, she feels the teeth sink into the unarmored part of her arm, where the black spandex-like undersuit covered her. Ferham cries out and drops the whip as the teeth seem to loosen her grip on it, trying to push at him to get him off--but with him actually grabbing her with his teeth, she was having a hard time prising her jaws off. And so, she punches him square in the side of the face, aiming for one of his eyes.
Rynn	Arokh bite holds down only long enough that Ferham will drop the whip, so when the punch comes he already releasing the arm, but is punched squarely in the jawline area. With a low rumble and eyes narrowing he sneers his teeth toward her. There his draconic eyes narrow as they look at her. His tail moving side to side as his wings unfurl just slightly to make himself look perhaps larger. The scales his back flex a bit as he lowers his head slightly. "As I said though earlier," He says between his rumbling growls. "This place will be claimed for the Union." There was then a glow in his nostrils as fire start to lick around his maw, fire embers dripped down from his draconic muzzle lips, before he at last roared out with flames expelling from his mouth and nostrils alike, melting the very rock below it and threatening to attempt to melt Ferham's armored body; Only fortunate relief is that she was an Elite and not some poor non-elite.
Ferham	Ferham breathed heavily as she finally managed to get the dragon to let her go, pushing him away. She is not able to move out of the way before the white hot fire engulfs her however, lighting her up, as they say in the south. "Aghh!" her feminine voice rings out in pain and anguish, her wings on fire even as she tries to jump into the air to escape the melting rock and fire. She seems to be running away, flitting around in the air above him as she circles around, before she stops abruptly--armor and body on fire, making eye contact with him before she swooped down--suddenly moving fast, very fast, her wings--still on fire, streaking as her body is wreathed in cold, creating a strange mixture of fire and cold air, sending streamers of mist through the air as she tried to ram into him.
Rynn	Arokh watches Ferham take flight and snorts softly in belief that was enough to make he go away, but then his left ear fin extend out a bit as he picks up a strange sound. He looks over toward where Ferham was, to see the crazy female reploid coming back in. Ferham then rams into his body, knocking him back as the cold washes over him and the heat washes it away just as quickly. He roars out in pain from the direct impact, a few pops heard inside his body at a possible fracturing of some of the draconic rib-cage. Yet Arokh does not give in and before Ferham can get away, he goes to take hold of her with his teeth and then fling her across the battlefield with his draconic strength, if not into a mountain across the way.
Ferham	Ferham thought she might just go offline from the force of the tackle into Rynn, but to her surprise the Dragon is still able to move after the impact--grabbing her and wholesale tossing her off into the distance. The winged valkyrie goes crashing through a rock spire here, skidding and tumbling along against the rocky cliff-bottom and face and finally is sent tumbling down a depression in the earth, out of sight. Seems whatever had happened had finally stopped her. Meanwhile, below the rocky cliff above, Ferham lay, the pink gem on the forehead of her helmet blinking and glowing off and on, signalling a low-energy stasis. Those long-lashed eyes of her's seemed to be closed, as if asleep.