[Thava]:<br/>"Hey Agadar you seeing what I'm seeing?", *the princess stated to her right center guard while examining the troop layout and tree line*(If I recall you stated there was a thinner region of grass between the cliffside and forrest), "I'll need two breaths, those two quick n dirty, then we charge.", *Thava pointed to two of the trees spaced ideally appart, before two of her ironguard took a deep hissing breath, plenty loud enough to blow their cover, the other two began hacking at the trees with their swords on the sides facing the goblin main forces. As the goblins reacted, two massive gouts of dragon fire lit up both trees, flung from her guards maws. First low and focused on the spot to be cut, and then shot up into the trees branches. To ignite the structure and prep it for its collapse, When the gouts ended a single strike from the fire breathers would snap the trees down at an angle leaving them to drop on the goblin army, sectioning off about fifty of the mean little bastards, sandwiched between two great trees larger than houses and blazing with the roar and crackle of dragonfire, Many goblins and several orcs screaming murder beneath the inferno, Thava roared for their blood. A beastial terrifying sound, like the gutteral bellow of a mountain, joined by her companions, it became the warcry of the dragonborn, just five warriors, to chew through fifty and more would follow...but their moral would be shattered, especially after this*.<br/><br/>*Just as the fire scorched away the trees, Thava and her Ironguard bit into the hoard, the clashing of spears against shields, swords splitting throats, whole goblins crushed, trampled under red clawed boots. The dragonborn snapped and hopped through the hoard like demons dancing in hellfire, their expressions of excitement and joy in the grisly bloodbath of war, would terrify all but those who shared their love of combat. Mad with bloodlust, they would drive the hoards clear off the cliff, if backed into a corner one of the ironguards remaining fire breaths would be expended securing a path to fall back to, all the while the rangers of the forest finding open targets to plug with their arrows, easy prey, whose attention was fixated on the hellfire before them...instead of the shadows at their backs!*