As the two great dragons walked forward, an act was made against them. A larger block of wood, with dozens of blades stroke Alexstrasza’s hind leg, breaking her already damaged bone. Blood dripped down like a plentiful river, her life’s blood going away from her quickly. As she roared with such pain and agony that even the Destroyer had an ‘emotion’ of fear within his burning eyes.

Though he could do little to react, as a ballista with a similar metal as Deathwing’s in appearance, stabbed through the Dark one’s small lines of flesh that separated his metal plates. It had went from side to side, taking out both of his hind leg’s function for the time being as a larger gush of blood regurgitated from his maw.

Down like a waterfall it went, the dark leviathan attempting to see what creatures did such things before another brute object hit him. This time four dozen axes hit within the range of his arm that was not indeed damaged or broken. This put the Aspects at a major disadvantage, for one since Deathwing was clearly more of the ‘warrior’ type this meant their offensive turned into a defensive within a short time span.

The second, and overall deadly, disadvantage would be Deathwing’s leg could not move. Their function was halted by the large ballista lodged within his two legs, no doubt it cut through many of his organs as well seeing that the Destroyer was releasing massive amounts of blood.

Yet he quickly grabbed at the head of the bastilla within his gaping maw, and proceeding to pull out the damned object of war! His teeth chomped on the wooden aspect of it, pulling it hard to the right in order to release himself from this immobility. But the pressure was one of great proportions,  as it felt that this wooden aspect of the weapon was damaging him more than that of the metal, sharpened edge! Yet this was only a feeling, as the blade aspect had cut through his scales as if they were mere paper. His organs were in worse shape, as his breathing grew heavier and heavier as he tried to relieve himself of this pain!


While he was attempting this, the Life-Binder was pulling effortlessly at her hind leg, as it felt lifeless with the countless blades lodged within her scales and bone. As each pull, each tug, she attempted was as if the blades pulled off a piece of her to have a payment for her release. Eventually she pulled her hind leg from the death trap, and only to see that most of her scales were gone. The blades dug so deeply into her during the collision that the blades had taken whole sections of her scales, revealing the destroyed soft tissue that lay beneath those scales.

She felt a ‘crack’ immediately appear from moving, falling to her left side in a screech of anguish. Her damaged hind leg was now barely function, as the main part that connected it to her torso was now shattered, or at least this is the feeling that consumed the pain. The imagination of what had happened to her leg filled her mind with horror, and yet she turned to Deathwing to see an even greater image of pain.