*runs into
the Throne Room* King Ali! We're under attack!*the next day*
*runs into
the Throne Room* King Ali! We're under attack!
Damn. What is
attacking us?
Death
Dragons. Draco leads the charge.
Our forces
aren't nearly large enough to go against them.
And I
don't think the Orakians are gonna help us much.
*outside the castle*
*on the
ground, followed by Death Dragon Foot Soldiers* King Ali! I know
you're in there! Come out with the Gold Armlet before I decide to
toast your fair kingdom.
Damnation.
What are we
going to do?
Hmmmmm...
Arik, assemble all trained Dragoon Fighters. We can take out his
dragons that way.
Yes sir!
Arik!
What is it
m'lady?
Please
be careful.
*nods* Not a
problem. *runs out to the barracks*
You think
there are enough dragoons to take out the dragons?
Draco isn't
stupid enough to send all his dragons out to just get the Gold
Armlet. Dragons don't stand a chance against a well trained
dragoon. And if Arik has been doing his work, we should have
quite a few.
*runs back
in* I'm sorry your majesty. Looks like I'm your only Dragoon.
WHAT?! I
thought you were training tons of them.
They
suddenly became sick.
Frig! Alright
then. Zak.
Yes?
Got anything
up your sleeve for this one?
NO!!!
I don't
think so. My cards don't serve much purpose yet in actual battle.
Damn...
*looks around* *removes the Gold Armlet* Guess I have no choice.
Wait a
second!
What is it?
Shhhh...
don't you hear it?
Hear what?
Listen!
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