The attacks on the dragon turtle, coming from everywhere at once, had been far too much. Though the first blast had not finished it off, the second one had managed to fly straight down its throat. The smoke that came from the dragon turtle as it fell, dead as can be, smelled absolutely hideous, but upon its fall, the lizardmen had immediately begun to rejoice, roaring and hissing loudly in triumph. The chieftain immediately raised his sword in Sbatarra's direction and loosed a cheer that the entire valley could have heard, the joy of their victory so powerful that the others fell silent out of awe. His obsidian blade was sheathed, and he gestured for her to land on the clay where the dragon turtle laid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>