Zahlor stopped, all the orcs were now defeated. He nodded with grim satisfaction, and then looked at his blade. His eyes began to glow blue, like the runes etched upon it, and the blood faded away. He sheathed the weapon, and turned to the other two. "I believe a small army of Orcs will be attacking alongside the Dragon's. We need to alert the authorities, and mobilize the army not just the cities elite guard. I will travel back to the Sancuary and try to gather the few that can at least distract the Dragon's from their task."
Acantha smirked, ‘Well that was the shortest fight I have ever witnessed.’ She said and ran her hands over the small object Darashi placed in her hands moments before. The panicked mob thinned out slightly people scuttled for protection. Acantha pinched the end of her nose and sighed, ‘By the end of today I’m going to need a drink. Now where are those boys?’ She asked rhetorically and shoved her way through the crowd cursing like a pirate. Finally in her own haste she grabbed the whistle and gave it a sharp three second blow. ‘That’ll make ’em come.’ She said and tapped her foot impatiently.
'Wow.' She said amazed by his reaction to the call. 'The problem is I'm stuck in this mob, I'm lost and I don't know whats going on. I need to talk to my friend. And please get me away from here.' She said a note of panic in her voice. She had never been around people before and Acantha felt fearful and defensive.
Acantha frowned at his responce and looked over her shoulder. An confortable expression made it's self known across her face. 'Well everybody deserves a second chance, and you need a chance for redemption. Alright.' She said calmly. 'I'll do what you will.' She said. 'hey, are the other guys ok?' She asked worried about Zahlor.
Darashi picked Acantha up and layed her across his arms."Hold tight." Then he jumped up to the building top and Acantha got off his arms,"They are fine. Can you make tour way across the rofftops without my help or do I need to help you?" The vampire tried to be as nice as possible to earn his "redemption."
'Ok.' She said uneasy to Darashi. 'Am I too heavy for you?' She asked slowly. Cringing thinking of the possible answer that could come to follow. but the question seemed to answer it'self as he lifted her onto the roof top. She staggered for a second and groaned uneasily. 'well atleast their fine...' She said slowly and got down on her hands and knees. 'I ummm feal safer this way. So...go on please before I look down.' she begged as her hands graped the shingles tightly and her feet bracing. She bean to sweat, 'god I hate hights.' She muttered with digust.
"You can do nothing, not unless you have a trick up your sleeve. A dragon's scale will protect from a shot out of a dwarven cannon. Perhaps I can delay them. I will need help, it should be here shortly." Zahlor's eyes started to blaze gold, with holy light. He braced as every vein in his body lit up as well, and light streamed out between his lips and out of his hands. He fired a beam, blinding as the sun, into the air and it pierced the clouds, which slowly swirled around it for several long moments. "There's the signal, we should have help." The Guardian turned to face the dragons. "More orcs will be coming, most likely from the other side. I doubt you can survive dragons fire, it can melt rock." He turned back to them, "You should go!"
Acanthat flung herself onto Zahlor. ‘Oh thank goodness you’re ok! I was so worried’ She said and rested her head on his chest and squeezed his ribs for a rather long time before letting go. Then she sighed and fell back by Darashi and stood there for a second listening to the boys and finally burst out, ‘The stomach, what about the stomach. There should be flesh there shouldn’t there? Thick, hard calloused flesh none the less but I can’t think of any reptile that has diamond hard scales along the underbelly. The chest needs room to expand when breathing! Doesn’t it?’ She asked rhetorically. ‘And even if the dragon has hard scales along its underside its worth a try to attempt to penetrate them isn’t it? People’s lives, children’s lives hang in the balance.’ She said and breathed in deeply after finishing her overly long sentence and placed her hands on her hips. She knew she was right. And if they thought different she was ready for a fight. She turned to Zahlor and was taken by surprise at the blinding light that seemed to illuminate from him. She turned away and blinked as her eyes watered from staring at it from so close. She threw her arms over her burning eyes and rubbed her hands along them trying to wipe away the pesky tears. ‘It’s not the grunt soldiers I worry about it's the archers. Those dirty basterds will have it in for us. Although I have better eye sight than most I’ll try to pick some of them off with my bow. I have a full quiver too so I can spare a few arrows.’ ‘And hey, I’m not afraid of any dragons mate. So if you think the threat of getting a burn is going to scare me…you’ve got the wrong girl.’ She said and drew an arrow from her quiver. The arrows themselves were stunning. Each a foot and a half long, with razor sharp heads and each had a blessed elven charm wrapped around them. Carved out of a soft barked tree three pure white owl feathers were carved into the back to steady them. ‘I’m at your command.’ She said to Zahlor in a stern tone.