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As Leo runs up with a look of excitement and a drawn cutlass, Theroc stops him, looks into his face, and says, "No. We are not fighting this." With that, he turns back and continues a careful and steady escape through the burning wreckage of the town.

Lyrao quickly stood up and and followed the others outside, keeping close. Her skills with the sword weren't going to help her fight a dragon, no matter how good she was, so escape was the only route.

She turned and smiled as Leo ran out with the intent to fight the monster hovering above them with a cutlass. Having just come to the conclusion that swordplay at this stage would do nothing more than anger the beast to certain death, she felt both amusement and respect for the bravery that he approached the situation, even if it was foolishly placed.

Turning back, she continued off after the others, staying silent for the moment, and keeping an eye out for anyone who might need her healing skills.

"Okay! Okay! I understood!", Leo pointed out, while following the others through the burning ruins of the town.

Carduneglin bent down and whispered "быстрое отступление" over his feet. With those words a flaming blue wisp slipped out from the top of his staff and down to his feet, covering them in a bluish light. He then turned to the direction in which everyone else is fleeing and then takes off with superhuman speed as he runs.

Dancing and his three companions were firing arrow after arrow into the dragolich, to no effect.

"We're only pissing it off!" shouted one of his companions, running out of arrows.

Dancing nodded. They had all spent their sixteen arrows and had only hit maybe half, the beast was too fast even for the Skeli archers.

Dancing decided to try something different, and picked a charmed rock, a juilse from his pouch. It was charmed to launch a concussive wave (basically an explosion) and stun and harm the enemy. Once the beast came around again, Dancing launched it from his sling.

DM: Does the rock hit the dragolich? If so what damage does it do?

Selena watched Carduneglin vanish in a blur of blue flame, and turned back to watching the dragon attack the village. Despite her best instincts to the contrary, she knew she should turn and run with the others. At this point in time, survival was the most important thing - they were few enough in number as it was.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath. After a moment's pause, Selena stood straight and spoke a string of sentences. The fires that were wrapped around her hand and arms flickered in response before racing off down the narrow streets, arcing out of town before looping into the sky and hopefully drawing the attention of the dragon.

She let out a slow breath, swaying slightly as the power took its toll. Before the dragon was even aware of the attack, she was gone after her companions.

The dragolich roars as a rock narrowly misses its head, it turns its attention to a previously untouched bar.

Selena skidded to a halt as the dragolich turned its attention to the bar.

"Typical plains-man. Now we have to fight a dragolich..."

Sir Mornin watches from afar on horseback. He watches the plains-man throw an object at the dragon. "Oh wow...brave...but stupid" He thinks to himself. Finally, he digs his stirrups into his horse and takes off after the man. Riding his horse as fast as he can he reaches down and grabs him to pull him on top of his horse whilst saying "It did nothing! you tried, but it wasn't enough! let's go!"

The dragolich roared and dropped from the sky, splintering the wooden roof of the inn as if it were made of matchstick. Selena flung herself backwards, crashing through a wall and into a already partially collapsed building. As she did, she had time to glimpse Dancing and his companions make good their escape - as far as she could tell, she was now the only one left in the area of that.. thing.

"Typical" she muttered, standing and brushing off her armour as the dragolich bellowed its anger. "I really hope I don't have to fight this on my own."

Dancing stayed true to his name and danced around the dragolich's flames, trying to get close to it as it flew over the female elf.

He pulled three more stones from his pouch, these designed to make flames and smoke and just distract, and threw them towards the dragon, seeing if he could pull it away from the fleeing villagers and warriors.

[OOC: Alterra, you kinda do have to pay attention to what other people post :p]

Krokul creeps out from behind the wreckage of the homes, butcher knife in hand, "Well, someone has been a naughty dragolich to be sent to kill me!" he exclaims, climbing onto the dragolich's wings and tearing his butcher knife down part of the soft, muscular underside of the dragolich's wing, severing several blood vessels which had been exposed when it became caught on one of the wooden supports of the building. He scuttles back onto the main body of the dragolich so as to gain a foot hold on the scales, as the dragon begins to shake "A little help guys!" he screams, being shook vigorously from right to left.

Uncertain about his next course of action, considering his comrades are strewn across the entire general area, Theroc glances around, before standing upright and sprinting back toward the inn to try and save the gremlin. He waves his arms, yelling, "Over here, rotwyrm!" Immediately, he prepares his shield to defend against the beast as best he can.

Krokul uses the distraction to roll backwards down the spine of the dragon into a hay bale nearby, narrowly missing the swipe of the the monster's thick tail. The gremlin climbs a young goat which has escaped from it's field nearby and begins shooting his "lil' kicker" brand rifle at the dragolitch whilst screaming, "Bloomin' Dragolitch, go back from whence you came!", his goat is startled by the gunshots, although controlled by the belt of the Dr, he and the goat gallop off into the surrounding buildings for cover.