Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160826135215

'My, my,' Lux chides, blocking his strikes, 'You must really have lost it.'

He pushes Valerius back, sending Tiamat skidding a good half mile. Small blade-shaped objects, swarms of them, begin rising from Lotan's "wings" and chassis.

'This is my Dragon Art, Eighth Plague,' Lux says as the drones begin to scavenge all the material, living and dead, around. Imperial soldiers begin fleeing in horror as their comrades are devoured, while on the other side, the defenders do much the same. Lotan begins to grow larger and be more heavily armored.

'It's really not fair. Just use your own Dragon Art... If you can!'