faelunae
warrior princess
Looking back over the rock she hid behind, Ardenelle saw the armored warrior on one side and the dragon on the other. Both were prepared to fight to the death it seemed, neither giving up ground or showing any signs of backing down. Was this person really capable of fighting such a beast? Or was he a fool? She couldn't just watch the dragon destroy another warrior, after seeing her own companions being torn to shreds.
There wasn't much she could do though, her arrows were but small pricks to the scaled dragons. Her sword was but a weak bit of steel to them as well, unless struck against their stomach side. Her weapons were somewhat useless, she needed magic and she knew it. That could come later, for now the only help she could provide was that of being a distraction.
She ran out from the cover of the rocks and toward the dragon, intending to make things if only slightly more difficult for such a powerful thing. She screamed a war cry, firing arrows as she went forth into the dragon's scales.
There wasn't much she could do though, her arrows were but small pricks to the scaled dragons. Her sword was but a weak bit of steel to them as well, unless struck against their stomach side. Her weapons were somewhat useless, she needed magic and she knew it. That could come later, for now the only help she could provide was that of being a distraction.
She ran out from the cover of the rocks and toward the dragon, intending to make things if only slightly more difficult for such a powerful thing. She screamed a war cry, firing arrows as she went forth into the dragon's scales.