Azeron only half listened to the others around him. Calls sounded as the imperials try to organize, but they were broken. Yells went up to retreat, to run. Azeron was inclined to agree. Near him the assortment of non-imperial soldiers likewise shouted their concerns. One yell went up to aim for the dragons wings. Azeron watched the black shape bank and turn back toward them. The beast was moving so fast that just hitting it was a battle of its own. Striking any specific target seemed a fools errand.<br/><br/><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Its coming back!</span>The Imperials yelled, though everyone already knew it. As the dark shape parted its jaws and screeched its unearthly roar, one of the men bolted for the barred gate, scrambling with shaking hands to pry the gate open. Azeron looked in dismay as others abandoned their bows and ran to help. The black creature turned his head and Azeron saw its eyes fix on the men.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Damnit! Get back, its coming!</span>The Dunmer yelled at them and retreated away from the gate.<br/><br/>The Dragon pulled up from its course and rolled in the air into a dive, tucking its heavy black wings in as it shot straight down at them. At the last moment, it opened its wings and caught the air to slow itself. The men fighting to get the gate open saw it only as its black bulk eclipsed the sky above them. They screamed, but their cries were brief as the dragon's massive talons smashed down on them, crushing them.<br/><br/>The landing shook the earth and yet again knocked Azeron from his feet. He mused inanely to himself that he was at least glad he wasn't down in the tunnels below the fort. That impact would have collapsed something without a doubt. His thoughts focused again as the Dragon reared and parted its jaws yet again, unleashing a torrent of fire down on anyone who had not found at least some measly amount of cover. Azeron pulled himself to his feet just as the Dragon turned its head on him, Azeron gasped and raised his hand, creating a blazing white barrier before him, lighting a Ward to stop him from being obliterated. But, behind the magical barrier he already felt it cracking. The Dragon was powerful, dangerously.<br/><br/>He stood, and dove for a nearby pile of stone rubble as the Ward gave way, shattering and sending a surge of pain up his arm as the magical energies recoiled. He hit the ground behind the cover and sat up against it. He looked down at his arm, noting that his robe was on fire, and began patting out the flames. Apparently he hadn't quite escaped the Dragon fire. But, to be fair, the Dragon was down now.<br/><br/>The remaining Imperial soldiers, charged the Dragon. Azeron dared a peek over his cover as they ran. The Dragon turned its attention to them and Azeron wanted to stand an help the attack, but he was spent, he needed at least a moment rest before he could do anything.<br/><br/>The Imperials raised their swords, shouting and hollering. The Dragon snapped like a snake, its head darting out and its jaws coming down on the first imperial it could. The man screamed as the mouth came down on him, its fangs punching through his leather and chain armor like their were nothing but flesh. The Dragon lifted him and jerked its head, tossing him aside. As the corpse it fell to pieces, having been so mangled. Azeron watched from his cover.<span style="color: Red"><i>The damn things as dangerous on the ground as it is in the air.</i></span><br/><br/>The Dragon was under the gate now, though, and as large as it was, its back didn't crest the wall behind it. A mad idea seized the Dunmer.<span style="color: Red">The wall!</span>He shouted.<span style="color: Red">Get on top of it! Come down on its back!</span>He shouted, his robe still smoking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>