Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-28009263-20170823210630

"We're fucked. We're very much fucked" says Exedra.

"Let's die with honor then! We fought for great things, we deserve it!" says Wraak. A wild fire lights up in his eyes, his silver feathers bristle and he charges. He climbs on a Dinheirosaurus, pushing the first Stauricosaurusonto three others. He didn't have the time to enjoy how they die as he had fourty seven more to take care of. Five muntes in the battle he jumped around, trying to kill the twenty six left and not falling off of the Dinheirosaurus who became aware of his presense. A pierced eye...falling off...punch in the face...falling off...crushing it's skull...stays on top...someone trips and falls...Wraak isn't invincible. He has scratches all over him, the blood flowes through his vanes and out of him through his wounds. The red stripes makes him look more fierce, the kill count even more. The last five Stauricosauruses try to surrender but are killed.

"Why doesn't the couriers try to take me?" asks himself Wraak and looks up. Cinder is up there with the Troodon family. The little Troodons make scratches, rip apart wings and eyes and jump to the next flyer, while Cinder finishes the wounded. One of the children falls to it's death. Wraak looks away.