Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180322213423

Tirush roars in acknowledgement, rattling Jorge's chest cavity. He feels his body suddenly jerk as she flares her wings and levels out, feels them slow down to a reasonable speed so he can drop and position as he needs to. He feels her talons let go, leaving him to land in the clearing... She pulls back and wheels up, circling. She pumps twice, her challenge again echoing through the little valley... A separate group of lesser vampires, perhaps two dozen, are on the side of the village opposite from their approach. They swarm over a stone wall, quickly closing in on a group of people seeking shelter in the town center. Tirush circles wide, then flattens into a run, slashing through the air like a knife as she draws breath... The noise is deafening. A white-hot gout of dragonfire erupts from her fanged mouth as she strafes them, raking the vampires, blasting them with a flame that bowls them over like leaves. The ones bearing the brunt have the flesh ripped from their bones. The others shriek briefly before being immolated, but their cries are drowned out by the shaking roar of the inferno. She pulls up, shooting straight into the sky as she flies by. She tucks, slowing her ascent, until she peaks and begins to fall, feet first, to the ground. She lands, a geyser of earth erupting around her. Slowly she stands, the dust clearing, her silhouette black against the wall of flames. In an instant she bursts forward at a dead run, leaning like a raptor, her tail straight. She closes with the nearest group of lesser vampires, and roars defiance as she leaps into their ranks, talons and fangs bared...