Name:Trey<br/>Current form: Cobalt dragon.<br/>Location: Beach, near the crab.<br/>Players near: I am so not counting that.<br/><hr/><br/>Trey swooped in, needing to get close. If he could only rip open that crack a little more, he could get a bolt easily insixe the shell. He landed on the back, his claws fighting to get a grip on the creatires smooth shell. Once he was at least a little stable he bit, powerful jawsa trying to take whatever chunks he could iut of the shell. At least then they would have a shot at the creatures soft innards, at least so he thought.<br/><br/>When he heard the voice, he pulled back off the creature. Trey flinched a moment, almost sure he recognized the voice.<em>Marcus, is that you?</em>The beam of light nearly confirmed his thoughtfully a.<em>Well well, ilI didn't think you were even around, or awake for that matter.</em>Trey smirked, now that they were hear, the numbers were clearly on the dragons side. even a creature such as this couldn't face the wrath of this many could it?