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Dawning - Part 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ariella felt like a hundred swords had sliced her throat. With every shout it was like her throat was tearing, but she had to keep the lizard on the ground. She stood back from the Dragon pelting arrow after arrow towards him.

The Tongues were every part the Nord that the Dragonborn should have been. Ariella’s arms ached from the battle; nearly out of arrows and knowing soon she would have to join the fight with her sword.

She heard her three fighting companions shout as they attacked. Without them she would have been dead almost as soon as the fight had begun. She doubted she would have been able to clear the fog by herself.

She thought of the soldier who had their soul snatched right before her eyes; she released her arrow and it caused the dragon to wince. She had escorted those she had come across to the rocks along the side of the path so they could take shelter. One man in particular she had made sure he was sheltered and knew not the leave.

It was strange running into him. He seemed to have no idea who she was, clueless about what his life had been before and was just filled with a desire to make it out of the fog to the afterlife he had been promised. He had tried wandering out of the rocky outcrop Ariella had hidden him in and it damn near took her tying him down to stop him from leaving.

As the Dragon’s wings seemed to unbind Ariella let her shout go and the Dragon roared as he was grounded once more.

Ariella only had a few more arrows and the giant lizard was almost dead. His shouts were weaker than before and he was avoiding moving his legs too much. Ariella took a breath to steady herself and prayed to any god that would listen.

Drawing her sword and dropping her bow she ran towards the beast. The three others were moving in unison, they had eras of friendship on her and she didn’t feel like she moved as swiftly as they did.

Her cuts into his flesh were just as deep as the three stronger warriors; her natural born ability making up for her lack of physical strength. The Dragon didn’t know which one to focus on, they had spaced themselves out and were constantly moving.

It was a rather pathetic end to such a fierce creature.

Ariella stood too close to a wing and was thrown back as the creature flailed. She landed with a crunch, losing her sword but finding that her bow was far closer. She scrambled to it and stood up reaching for an arrow.

Gormlaith, the female warrior, was tossed aside and the dragon roared at his minor victory in knocking away two heroes. Arielle pulled an arrow out only to discover it was broken. She discarded it to the ground and reached for another one. The arrows seemed to scatter as she reached, the tips dancing around her fingers and she was never quite able to grasp one.

Felldir was tossed aside next and Ariella finally gripped an arrow, which was thankfully not broken. Gormlaith, who was cradling her sword arm, helped the old mage-warrior to his feet.

Ariella let an arrow go, Alduin’s wing blocking it from hitting his fleshy underside. She cursed and drew another one.

Three arrows left.