Drawing Wrath

Balar and Jorrik fought like demons to keep the Drake distracted while Tiella crept close enough to pounce. More than once they were almost caught in the icy blast of the creatures breath and Balar was bleeding from several deep gashes from the creatures claws.

"Now." Jorrick cried out as he charged forward with the black blade of the Valkyrie held high. A viscous swipe of the Drakes tail knocked him flying backwards into Majvoc, who in turn released a barrage of howling curses.

Tiella seized her chance and plunged her dagger into the back of the drake, lodging it into the spine and dropping the creature even as the weapon began to drain its life force and magic. Tiella's eyes shone with a white light as she gathered in the cold magics of the beast, clinging on with an iron grip until the beast lay almost dead at her feet.

Balar stepped forward then and brought the axe down hard upon the Drakes neck, cutting the head clean away. They turned then to see Dyvia and Radis hard pressed by the last of the beasts.