One of the men broke down, dropping his shield and spear. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, calling out "We're doomed! They're going to return and we're going to die! All of us!" His command would not break formation, only yelling at the troop to get himself together.Though it would be of no use, the wailing of the man would usher in the return of the wave of beings.
In a matter of seconds they appeared on the horizon, bright flames trailing from their mouths, their scaled wings flapping in the wind as their tails trailed behind them. The Dragons Claw had returned, a small squad of four large Wyrms approached from the distance. Two reds and two silvers, each Dragon adorning bladed armor.
The men were wiped out in seconds, bathed in flames and crushed under claws. The Dragons dug into the men for meals, their bodies dissapearing with shields and spears left behind.
The Dragons Claw, a new clan i'm beginning. It will be a tribe of Dragon Shifters. If you're interested in joining pm me please!
