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The startled Kroxigor dropped its axe, which thudded to the ground in front of it. The massive beast lunged back and forth, clawing over its shoulders to try and free itself of the human.

The remaining Kroxigor charged into the fray, smashing its spiked club into the prone archer and crushing him, before swinging to the side and smacking aside another unfortunate human. The monstrous creature was covered in dozens of light sword wounds, but this didn't seem to stop the Kroxigor, only seeming to make it angrier...

Another hail of poisoned blowdarts zipped from the forest, taking down yet more soldiers, the Skinks refusing to leave the safety of the trees...

Natasaika walked up to a nearby rack and placed Servan's spear on it just as the young man placed his sister's basket on a wooden log sticking from the ground, shortly before walking into his room and leaping into a hammock made from wooven vines. Natasaika walked into her room soon afterwards and did the same, the tired girl's eyes quickly shutting as she began to fall asleep.

On a mountain edge, a seemingly young ice dragon sat on the perch, gazing down at the world around him. Ikargu opened his mouth and made a yawning sound, shaking his head softly as he turned to see his den behind his folded wings...

The remaining ten soldiers split their group in two, one attacking one kroxigor, the other half the other kroxigor. The kroxigor manages to knock the soldier off its back, but he retaliates by thrusting his blade into its back, attempting to divert its attention fro mthe gorup so someone can get onto it again and kill it.......

The two archers pump the second Kroxigor with arrows, not noticing the three soldiers fallnig to the darts, one of which was the captain......

The Kroxigor spins around, the blade in its back flying out of the man's hand. With a brutal lunge forward, the Kroxigor's jaws closed around the soldier's head, crushing it into a bloody pulp. Shaking its massive head from side to side, the Kroxigor succeeded in wrenching the head from its body. Gulping the meal down, the Kroxigor charged forward, bowling over the remaining humans like ninepins...

The second Kroxigor let out a terrific bellow, charging forward as well, this time in a blind rage, thrashing out indiscriminately at everything around it, while the Skinks continued their venomous barrage from a safe distance...

Down to but five soldiers, the battalion begins to fall back, the two archers firing an arrow into each Kroxigor before following the others........

Gorging himself on the cow, Uriel does not notice a group of the creatures making a run for it, stampeding over the fence and into the street in a desperate attempt to escape, the remaining cattle following shortly after. Lifting his head up, the dragon watches the scene unfold, clearly surprised by the commotion, but otherwise undeterred...

The Kroxigor let out one last bellow at the humans as they retreated, before staggering away, back towards the rest of the Lizardmen army, the Skinks following shortly afterwards...

Hearing the mooing of the cows, the royal guards turn around quickly and begin to run towards the commotion....

Hearing the commotion, the farmer awakens and takes the shortsword next to his bed, walking cautiously to his door, listening outside.....

The battalion keeps running, heading back towards the capital to report what they had encountered and to tell the knig of the bad news.......

Watching the cows stampede off into the distance, Uriel turns back to his meal and continues to eat, oblivious to the attention he gained...

The royal guard begins to near the dragon, walking silently towards the farmer's home.....

The farmer opens his door, a look of shock coming over his face. "By Greshlynk in drakengard above, it's a dragon!"

Turning to face the newcomer, Uriel bared his teeth and let out a threatening growl, intent on protecting his meal...

The farmer backs up agaisnt the door of his home, before shouting, "Guards! Guards, come quick!"

As the faremr shouts this the royal guards round the corner, before stopping dead in their tracks. "By the gods above........" one guard comments. "I've never seen one so close!" "How did it get here without encountering the gryphons?" another says. "Should we kill it?" another asks. "No," the captain states. "The king's been hoping to have a dragon of his own. Let's get it, boys!" The royal guards run towards the dragon, the farmer running into his home...

By now, a good two or three other families have been alerted of the dragon's presence, locknig their doors and closing their curtains in fear......

The Lizardmen had returned back to the settlement by this point and had told Kroq-Gar of what had happened. Obviously satisfied, the Scar-Leader brushed off the fact that there had been survivors. By the time they returned, the Lizardmen would be gone, and no human would be foolish enough to go on a wild goose chase into the jungles of Lustria...

With an angry hiss, Uriel swung around, his powerful tail knocking the leading soldiers off their feet and to the side. Backing up against the farmhouse, the dragon pulled the corpse of the cow closer, keeping low over his prize, trying to defend it...

The royal guards hold fast, marching forward slowly with their shields up, the battalion splitting into 3 parties: oen to the frotn of Uriel, one to the right, and another to the left. The 3 parties clsoe in on all sides of the dragon, hoping to capture it.....

Uriel leaps onto the roof of the farmhouse, scrambling across the structure to the other side. Facing the soldiers, the dragon continues to growl from his perch, not yet ready to leave his meal to these invaders...

A couple of soldiers sheath their blades and put their shields on their backs in exchange for bows, aiming at the dragon, attempting to drive it off the roof....

The two side groups move to different areas in an attempt to keep it form escaping.......

Hissing, Uriel's maw opens, unleashing a weak bluish fireball which slams into one of the bow-armed soldiers, the resulting blast knocking the allies around him down, as well as shattering his bow into millions of pieces.

The man grutns in pain, while a couple of the guards help him off to the side, knowing he can't fight...

The other bowmen unleash their arrows to hit or drive the dragon off.......

Snarling, Uriel lept over the building, landing on the opposite side, putting the farmhouse between him and the soldiers. Lurking in the shadow of the building, the dragon waited, determined to avoid losing yet another meal...