Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26444332-20161031014308

Great thunder is heard on the horizons from the direction of Aloria...

'Sunder, bring it all to the ground. Siafft Ddraig!'

'Rage on, king's pawn. Tân Ddraig!'

With heavy breaths the two dragons, Ouroboros and Argention Astra, disengage from immediate combat, this the last one of the High Dragon Dance. Both are in their mortal forms, though both have released their first seals. Ouroboros sweeps one hand out and to the side.

'Thou with a cold heart, know my anger and know my lamentation,' he chants. 'Draco Lacrimae!'

'Mow down, air and all,' counters the silver dragon. 'Awyr Ddraig!'

With a blast of wind the molten fire-tears of Ouroboros are turned aside from their paths, burning holes in the ground and in the stone walls.

Ouroboros smiles before reaching out and drawing his hand slowly through the air, trailing a shadow and black energies behind his palm.

'Manifest, O Steel to sunder all Creation,' he says slowly. 'Sword worthy of a knight among knights. Merodach!'

With a flicker and a burst of dark light a black arming-sword with a golden crossguard and pommel appears in his hand, the image flickering a little before solidifying and gaining weight.

Argention Astra raises his own hand, chrome light flashing blue as he traces his palm through the space in front of him.

'Cleave the wicked, golden sword of the victorious,' he calls, voice ringing in the cool mountain air. 'Caliburn!'

With a brilliant silver-blue light the Sword in the Stone flashes in Argention Astra's hand, and Ouroboros visibly pales as he spins it carelessly through his fingers.

'Let us dance, Endless One.'

'Yes, let's.'