Eir Stegalkin, standing in the back, raised her voice. “The Pact Forces are tired and discouraged, we need to rally them again and fight together. That can buy us enough time for your friend to fully use his mighty fleet”.
“Good Idea, Let’s join the fun!”, Rytlock bared his teeth and let out a mighty roar.
The reunited Edge of Destiny grouped up and jumped down the stairs of the Pact Encampment into the inner yard. At the Gates of the massive camp, Vigil soldiers of the Pact had raised a phalanx with their shields to hold of the swarming minions, but they were tired, their arms struggling to hold up the shields, the legs slowly loosing grip on the ground.
“Soldiers, Rally to me! Victory is near, we just need to hold on!”, Logan shouted with a strong voice. It cut through the battle and even reached the fleet.
“Sounds like they’re having a bit of trouble, we better hurry”, Tailen said, rather talking to himself than to anybody else.
“All Ships are in range for broadside fire, Captain!”, Tecca shouted.
“Let’s see what these Minions are made of”, Tailen said as he left the Front Deck to go into the ships command deck.
“Crystals corrupted by Dragonmagic, technically”, Tecca put on the typical Asura voice, but Tailen ignored the obvious statement and made his way to the ICS Panel. He pushed a button on the display and shouted into the system
“All ships, fire at will!”
Like a sound of approval, thunder roared through the sky as 15 ships fired their broadsides and Bolters into the ground, covering everything in smoke and dust.
Further north of the fleet, in the Pact Encampment, the fighting soldiers and the members of edge of destiny looked up, as the cloud of dust came closer.
For a whole minute, nobody was able to see anything, not even the Dragons minions were able to hit a target. It was silent the entire time, nothing made a sound, everything in expectation of a attack from anywhere. But one thing broke the silence. From the south, a blasting roar cut through the air, louder than anything tyria had ever heard.
It was Kralkatorrik himself in his lair, feeling the threat and calling for his lieutenants.
The roar brought a mighty shockwave with it, blowing away the dust from the battlefield.
As the sight was cleared, everyone could see the damage the barrage had caused. Everything between the Encampment and the fleet had been shattered into pieces, only a few minions were running around aimlessly.
“Multiple confirmed hits, Capt’n”, the Gunner said with a smile.
“Thanks, I didn’t notice”, Tailen replied with a sarcastic tone, but smiled back. “Bring the fleet back up again, I think the dragon is up to something”.
But before anyone could obey the order, countless Crystal Dragons appeared from everywhere, glowing with Dragon magic, their roars so loud, it left many disoriented.
“We got hostile creatures inbound!”, Tecca shouted, her eyes wide with terror.
“Get the ships up in the sky immediately, we need to get in formation!”, Tailens voice sounded frightened, but determined.
The order was given through the ICS and all ships started to rise again, but not fast enough.
The Dragons where already over them, shooting down like gigantic arrows, cutting through everything in their path. Atleast three Airships were torn apart in a second, two more were smashed down by the tails of the beasts. Everyone could hear the terrified cries of the people falling to their death.
Tailen opened his mouth, trying the blast out an order of his lungs, but his breath was frozen. He looked around, only his eyes were able to move. Everything was covered in purple crystal around him, his entire crew seemed like frozen in time. Only for a few seconds, then the ship started to fall and as it hit the ground, flesh and metal shattered into pieces.
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