Team 4, taking away the eight eyed black dragon they flew their way back far away from the initial contact point, this was their checkpoint. The place Hedin had designated for the dragon slaying.
Once they arrived, the battle turned into a slowly elevating spiral while Hedin looked out for the members who'd be aiding in the dragon slaying.
"They're here. We can continue now."
"Right, full speed climb here we go!"
Hedin held on for dear life, now that he was so much higher than he'd ever been before, and staring straight down, he continued to cast his magic into the dragon's maw interrupting it just enough to keep it from using its fire breath. Until…
"Alright! Nose dive!"
The dragon they were all riding twisted on a dime, and immediately began descending at high speed. They soon reached terminal velocity…
"Release him!"
"OTTAR BOMB!"
Ottar with a truly serious expression released from his holding place held his two giant long swords, off to his sides, and dove right into the dragon's mouth. The speed at which the two were moving… Well, Ottar cut right through the dragon, almost clean in two, however, he missed the crystal by just a hair.
In the split moment, he reacted, dropping one of his swords, and now with a free hand, he grasped onto the young dragon's split tail. The wound healed around his hand, trapping both of them.
With a sudden motion of the tail, Ottar's shoulder, completely dislocated in an instant, and now, he dangled there by his heavily injured arm. The cry of agony was short, but horrifyingly loud. He grit his teeth, and hoisted his other sword up, despite the moment, and cut the monster's tail off, freeing him to fall to the ground… Now with two dislocated arms.
Dragon rider team 4 dove down, to rescue Ottar, barely managing to arrest his momentum before becoming a red splatter on the ground.
While the young black dragon wailed in agony and frantically tried to stay airborne without the majority of its tail, Hedin helped relocate Ottar's shoulders.
"You really are something. You managed to keep your arms."
"Yes. I wonder how Bokhoir would fare against this thing…"
"No time to worry about that, as it looks like there's a sign they are already aiding the other two dragon riders."
"Hell yeah! Now that's some serious fighting! Come on! Let's get this dragon killed, and kill another one!"
"I like that spirit."
The battle with an angry, and recovered dragon began. Only this time, the majority of the Freya familia's strength was at the ready to turn it into nothing more than a pile of dust.
…
Shakti, Ilta, and the level 5s of Ganesha familia arrived on site with a vengeance, the unique skills tamers get access to proving to be incredibly effective against these creatures. Even so…
"Damn, these things are tough!" A level 5 shouted, in surprise.
"I know!"
"Come on! Focus, we aren't here to tame them. Focus on them and then take the kill."
"NO!" Shakti ordered. "You are to keep as many of them pinned as possible! Do not waste your strength on killing one!"
"What? Why?"
A giant, brilliant light blasted right through the battlefield like nothing was there to stop it.
"That's why! Hathor familia's strongest are here too."
"You've all done well so far. Now that we're here, let's make piles of dust together!" Bokhoir laughed, with his ability still at the ready.
"Bokhoir… are you?"
"Shh, no need to go spoiling none of that right now. I'm just the same me, with a little bit of a boost. Perfect for dealing with these flying overgrown lizards." A fire lit in his eyes.
…
While Orario's strongest fought off the thunder of dragons, battles of which, caused a cacophony of battle sounds, and roars… Evilus began their big push. Everything they had came out in full force.
Explosions all around the city sounded it out. The course was filled with the sounds of people crying, and dying. While evil cackled, and laughed.
Bodies half hung out of windows, their blood pouring into the streets below. Evilus having their way with anyone they wanted, dead or alive, it didn't matter to them, for they were likely to die soon anyways. Evilus were going to have their fun one way or another.
South main street, turned into a sneak peak of hell, no, it was hell. Ganesha familia squads encountered the enemy alongside other friendly adventurers. Death was a constant, every 5 seconds someone was killed. Whether it was an Evilus cultist, an adventurer, or a civilian.
East main oddly enough had no Evilus members present. Likely because of the presence of so many high level adventures over that direction.
"Protect the citizens! Level 1s, escort them to the safety point! Carry those who can not walk on their own!" A squad leader ordered, as he carved open a path with his squad.
"Squad leader, there's too many of these cultists!"
"I know." The squad leader pulled out a signal flare, and threw it up with all of his strength. His eyes returned to getting a full view of the battlefield, when he realized something happening in the distance. A truly despicable act… Committed right in front of the whole world.
The body of a woman, head in a truly unnatural position, her clothes torn, and a cultist lifting her legs up, and thrusting forward…
The squad leader saw red. And so did the new attack squad that just arrived. The leader of it pushed past the lines, delivering a kick to the cultist's rib cage, leaving the print of a bare foot in the man's torso as he coughed up blood.
"You're unworthy to be called a man. And you shouldn't ever be a woman either. I hope you suffer for eternity for this." The furious level 3 amazoness all but growled, twisting the man's nether regions off. "Choke on your own dick while you bleed out." She said, showing the freshly harvested family jewels deep into the man's throat. She cut off his hands and then stabbed his mouth shut. "Disgusting waste. If you want to get your rocks off there's plenty of whores in the red light district." She turned away and engaged in combat with her allies.
"Thanks for doing that. I almost went out there…"
"Don't worry about it. Survive this hell and I'll personally take to a blissful round of love making. You're a worthy man after all."
For the time being South main street was relatively under control, in that it was an equal fight. But still so many were dying.
"Where the hell did they get these kinds of numbers? You kill one and two more pop up. And all of them can blow themselves up at any time. This is ridiculous!"
…