Dawn was fast approaching. Thanks to the Angelic Host and Malthael, the Draconians at least knew what they were doing with their weapons. For those that had no aptitude for combat the Angles brought down holy light ballista for them to man. The siege weapons would be a great boon to the fight ahead.

The Draconians grew scared as the flight of dragons soon began to beat against the shield once more. Venrus and the rest of the leaders walked up onto a slop over looking the army before them. The sun rising behind them. The light glittered of their armor and in that moment the forces drew strength from the sight stealing themselves for the fight ahead.

Venrus stepped forward, a small magic circle forming before his snout. "A beast now stands at yer door licking its lips, savoring da meal dat is to come, a beast is at yer door! It is one of flesh and blood, it believes ya are weak and easy prey ready for da slaughter! But ya are a proud people with da blood of da mighty within ya! On dis day ya will fight and ya will die but not before we show dese bastards who they are messin' wit'! For everyone one of us dat fall we shall take two with us, we shall make dem work for every inch dey gain with blood and pain! In da end ya will travel da Road of Skulls with yer heads held high and ya will look yer ancestors in da eye with pride! For on dis day shields shall be splintered, swords shall be shattered and blood will flow in rivers! Da very heavens demselves will shake as we lift our voices in rage and bloodlust! A red dawn now blooms and glory awaits us. So I ask, are ya sheep waiting to be eaten or are ya a beast ready to fight and fall!"

The army roared their response as they lifted their weapons high into the air. "Good now dis is how dis will go. Draconians as well as da battle maids will take da left flank, with the male demon wolves. Do as da battle maids say, dey are yer superiors. Da Arch Angels and da Angelic Host will cover da right flank and the air to make sure dese bastards don't get over us. Da guild leaders and our forces will take da middle, we will do all we can to make sure da dragons focus on us. Dose manning da light ballista as well as the female demon wolves will fire in the air just beyond the front lines. Dis is too thin deir numbers as well as keep dem out of da air. Now lets go meet our enemy and show dem deir doom. Move Out!"

As they marched the veteran fighters began to boost themselves and the army while the alicorns supplied them with mana. "Blessing of Magic Caster, Magic Ward Elemental, Greater Full Potential, Paranormal Intuition, Greater Resistance, Indomitability, Greater Luck, Magic Boost, Draconic Power, Greater Hardening, Heavenly Aura, Penetrate Up, Greater Strength, Greater Agility, Sensor Boost, Blessing of Warrior, Greater Magic Shield, Reinforce Armor, Lion's Heart." were called out one after another and the army flashed threw different colors.

As they march not toward their doom but to their future. Live or die they knew this day was theirs. As they marched some began to play music. It was light and warming but then became a war drum as the marching solders began to beat their weapons on the ground, theirs shields or themselves. Then the army lifted its voice in a ancient chant, one that spoke of glory for the living and the dead for war was to come.

The dragons stopped their attack on the shield as the song hit their ears and it confused them. As the sun rose up over the hill so did the singing army. Gone was the scared prey they were promised by their leader and a mighty force now bared down on them. Though they would not say it or let it show, the coming tide before them scared them to their core. These meek, weak little blights upon their blood line now massed in force to stand for their lives. As the song come to an end the army had moved into position. The dragons cried out in rage at the gall of these prey and soon the shield began to fall. Once it was fully gone both sides looked upon each other waiting to see who would be the first to make a move.

It was the casters of the army that did. Venrus, Night Blade, Tilla, Tallinn, Zinyaltes and Tezumi all began to activate the super tier spell, Fallen Down. The dragons, feeling the power of what was to come, charged not wanting to let the casters finish their spells. Some even tried to take to the air to get over the front line only for the whole charge to be halted by a volley of light ballista and great crystal ballista. A great portion of the front line of the dragon flight was injured and at least five lay dead. As the dragons tried to see where the attack came from the still rising sun blocked their vision. The Fallen Downs activated and landed in the middle of the dragon flight for maximum damage.

The dragons looked on in fear as the spells had taken thirty of their brothers and sisters from them. The remaining one hundred and ten dragons turned and roared at the army before them only to be peppered by another volley of ballista. Horns sounded and the army charged into the ranks of the dragon flight. To say it was a slaughter would be like calling a child's tea party the Grand Galloping Gala. Scores of the lesser angels and the draconians were being wiped from the field despite the buff they were given and the healing being provided. Though just as Venrus had said they were making the dragons work their collective asses off for every kill. The fighting had only been going on for a half hour now and a total of fifty seven dragons now lay dead but they had lost one sixth of their forces.

Tilla, seeing the draconians need help, sent her summons Rage and Speed to aid them. The dragons, seeing that the ones in the middle and right were not the ones they were after, started to move more towards the left. This prompted the Arch Angels and the top casters to hit the dragons hard to show them that they needed to keep focus on them. Each of the Arch Angels unleashed their special attacks while the top casters hit the flight with another Fallen Down, which they sped up using a cash shop item. This worked better then they had hoped as more of the dragons began to ignore the draconians and target them.

With this break the healers began to go around and revive as many of the fallen as they could. Though they noticed the supply of mana was beginning to wane. Back at the ballista outpost, the Princesses were beginning to tire from the use of so much power. Even though their power was nearly limitless they had never had to use so much in all their long lives. The drain was straining and if the fighting did not end soon they would drop from exhaustion before long.

The dragons had began to press the middle hard and the angels with the draconians began to flank the sides heavily do to the dragons need to remove the casters. The battle has been going on for a grueling two hours now, and it looked to be getting close to an end. Twilight and Luna had both dropped, no longer being able to help as Celestia fought now to keep up the mana of the forces. A small portion of the Angelic Host had been slain and well over half was greatly injured. The draconians had it the worst as they had lost over three fourths of their number. The main guild members were faring no better then the angels as they were badly beaten. But the dragons now numbered a mere fifty.

The combined army now moved in for the next assault on the dragon flight, despite the numbering loses. They knew that if they did not finish this they would fall to the dragons. The desperation and rage caused the draconians to fight like a madman possessed. But all that changed as the loudest most vicious roar ever heard broke through the air. Behind the dragon lines the ground began to form a mound, moving the dead out of the way. Lava burst forth from the cracks as the roar continued. The ground violently tore open to reveal a massive dragon. The other dragons quickly moved out of the way in fear and bowed down to their alpha as he approached.

"You have done well against my children small ones, but why do you fight only to fall. We have come here time and time again to cull your numbers and in the past you just lied down and accepted your fate. So why fight now so fervently." The alpha rumbled.

"Ya are not but beast, you toy and play with da lives of others as if it were yer right. I hate yer kind more den anything in existence and I will see yer species wiped from da world. No more will innocent lives be lost because of ya and yers." Venrus yelled.

"And who are you to deny me my right! These lesser are of my blood, my line, and I decide their fate!" The alpha hissed.

"I am da bane of yer world and I will see yer head mounted upon my wall, but I will make ya a deal. Fight the six best of us and if ya win we will leave and never return. Allowing ya to carry on with dem as ya please. Should ya lose to us lessers yer flight will leave never to return. Or are ya scared to fight us after da slaughter we put yer flight through ya witless wyrm." Venrus said with a sly grin.

The alpha lowered his head and roared a challenge in Venrus' face. "Go and recover, I will fight you at your best lesser. I will enjoy eating you and then I will take your breeder as my toy once this is over." The alpha turned away, scoring a heated grove into the ground before Venrus. But if he had waited he would have seen what made his flight so scared. The energy and pure hatred coming from Venrus was enormous. The alpha had hit a button he never should have and those that new Venrus palled for what was to come.

Author's Note

Rage

Speed

Alpha Dragon