The Dragon banked again and disappeared behind the inn. Azeron knew it landed because the ground shook again as the mass of scales and muscle hit it. It was a window to buy them time to move. Azeron started running for the soldiers by the east gate, but stopped when Dei'Mai called out for help. He turned and saw the boy she was holding, is was the inn keepers son. Dunmer cursed loudly and looked back at the gathering soldiers. Who knew when the beast would be airborn again, and Azeron didn't want to be caught out alone in the open when it happened.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red"><i>Shit!</i></span>He hissed in anger and ran back toward the Inn where the Altmer held the boy. He glanced only briefly at the woman before pulling back his robe sleeves. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, the call forth the well of life that was the healer's art. Light danced about his hands as he laid them on the burnt and bloodied boy. The wounds stopped bleeding, and the scorched and broken skin began knitting back together. No matter what healing was performed, the boy would bear scars.<br/><br/>The unearthly roar sounded again and Azeron's eyes shot open, immediately searching the skies. He wasn't willing to press his luck any further.<span style="color: Red">He'll live, now come on!</span>He shouted at the Altmer. She was a spell sword. Being so close to her, Azeron could feel it.<br/><br/>With that, he stood up and sprinted for the soldiers, not waiting to see what the Altmer would do with the boy. Azeron's chief concern now was survival.<br/><br/>The soldiers were all shouting and arming themselves with bows and pulling quivers up to hang off their shoulders.<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Before its back in the air! Hurry!</span>One of them shouted. Azeron looked across the fort. Even beneath the line of burning houses, he could see its great black mass. Azeron looked at the group. Arrows from wood bows, hardly fit for even a hunter. It was a<i>Dragon</i>and they wanted to shoot it with arrows. The best weapons they had were for fighting on the ground - the orc with her maces, the elf with her sword - the soldiers themselves carried steel weapons far better suited to strike something like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">We have to bring it down! Arrows won't do anything to that!</span>He shouted over the chaos at the soldiers. He looked at the breton girl and the altmer.<span style="color: Red">You and you! You know magic. Their arrows are only going to make it angry! We have to get that thing on the ground we -</span>Azeron was cut short as a pair of people burst from the wreckage of a burning house and ran past the group. The Dragon followed, lifting into the air and looking down at the band of would be defenders. It smiled.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">Sahlo.</span>It rumbled. Azeron blinked. The Dragon spoke.<br/><br/>The shouts among the imperials rose and their bows lifted to the sky to meet the beat, and a volley of arrows snapped from bow strings. All fell harmlessly as they struck the creature's armored body. It laughed at them.<span style="color: DarkRed">Krin... nuz sahlo.</span><br/><br/>It flapped its massive wings and hit them with a massive torrent of air then swooped up and banked. Arrows followed, and Azeron raised his hands and unleashed firebolt and firebolt in rapid succession are them. Bring it down - by Azura what kind of thought was that? How the hell could they expect to bring<i>that</i>down.<br/><br/>The Dragon swooped in right for them. Azeron realized what it was doing just as its jaws opened. He dove away from the imperials. Others tried to move, and some managed to evade, the for the rest, the gout of fire erupted from the dragon's mouth, burning them where they stood, as the dragon strafed the group. Azeron looked at them as they screamed and fell, engulfed in flame.<br/><br/>Azeron scrambled back to his feet. He raised his hands and resumed the barrage as the Dragon swooped out and banked again, preparing to the strafe them again.<span style="color: Red">Anyone have an bright ideas?</span>He asked, watching the Dragon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>