[Warsage Grandus]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Blast it all where's the damn caster...", *Grandus was growing frustrated, having to locate a magic caster in pitch black darkness, he awaited some moonlight but his wanted moon hid behind the cloudscape. After a few minutes of tending to his busted leg with a Chi healing spell amplified with his Truth sword, he began again with his left shoulder, and even a little to his cracked horn, He then sheathed the blade and sat horse stance on the mast, retaking his Halberd, then standing as if to throw the weapon*, 'seems they've retreated below deck...mmm', *The old dragon thought before he saw sparks and light emanating from the lower deck*, "There you are you little rat", *he whispered gliding down carefully, muffling his armors noise through a machine spell, so he could spy down the stairs into the hold hoping to find the mage in question*, "heh...you really are a rat", *he whispered before noticing what was going on*, "smart...but...", *Grandus drew the Truth blade and slipped over to the edge of the ship, drawing a large quantity of water over the blade, changing it to look more like one of those ridiculously huge swords seen in video games. This however was for a single blow. In a swift movement, he ignited his wings for a jet powered charge readying the sword and swinging, the water surging forth and expanding into a great wave that swept the drones along, those that had been electrified smoked and fizzled burning out and short circuiting. The second the wave past over though Grandus's halberd flew true running Melissandra right through the stomach with perfect aim thanks to a series of lamps powered by glowing stones, and hundreds of years of practice. The halberd massive when compared to the soaked little mouse witch, was driven clean through her body, the dragon did not hold back. Why would he? Now old Grandus drew the Truth blade, the sword ignighting with fire, as he looked between Zal, Mel, and Seydo, then charged the shark man down, he was unarmored at the top and Grandus could fly, which meant he was expecting opponents to be unable to reach his neck or armpits.*<br/><br/>*Finding the shark man with a rake of all things was a surprise, but he didn't realize it had a subtle side effect until it was too late. This fiendish weapon as he'd later describe in the days report. Caused splitting migraines, horrible headaches, which in turn caved in his moral like all hell, no more than ten clashes between the truth blade and that accursed rake, and he was done. Forced to retreat due to the intense pain. He'd rocket back out onto the main deck only to be ambushed by Zal's non enchanted drones. Immediately pelting him with shadow bolts, punching several holes in his armor with three volleys of focused fire from 36 drones roughly the size of a golf ball, for a total of 108 shots, making him roar and back off even farther, the wounds caused were like being hit by needles, but a lot of them, however the secondary function kicked in, and the tiny bullets detonated under his skin, blasting off a huge portion of the scales behind his armor with compressed nox* <br/><br/>*The Dragon roared, screaming in pain, a spell unlocked his armor which pealed off of him all at once, remaining in a single piece like an iron man suit as he looked down to find the skin of his entire left side literally flayed from his body*, "madwoman! GAH! wh-what kind of fiend makes this kind of weapon for a fight?", *he wimpered using the Truth sword to again seal up his wounds...but then his mana ran out, and he narrowed his eyes*, "Damnit...", *checking his progress he still had a lot of damage unhealed. He was at his limit, he could press on, but he was familiar with Zal's fighting style, she supported her team with traps and cover fire, utterly owning portions of the battlefield and making a living hell for her enemies to traverse.*<br/><br/>"I'll be back for my ship!", *he roared before retrieving a blue potion from his satchel, and downing the whole thing. He left his armor where it was, before flying off into the night, heading back to his crew heavily wounded.*<br/><br/>*The Bloody Devil Pirates had done it, they chased the War Sage from his ship, but at what cost, the whole crew was shredded to pieces, and Arcadia loomed overhead, yearning for their doom with a passive gaze. Those on the brink would see the blazing Sovereign in a shining haze, and hear her whisper*, "come into the light." *her voice tender and loving, it soothed the soul, easing one's conscience, and making it so easy to just let it all go.*</div></div></div>