Steve cried out audibly in pain as the tongues of flame licked him, raising his shield, he curled up into a ball as the flames went around, engulfing but not scorching him. He looked as he saw the Thor knock yet another dragon straight out of a sky, the once great beast sprawled to the ground and hit the ground, leaving a wet trail of gore and blood upon the ground. As the ground shuddered at the landing of another dragon, he glanced behind him to realize that there would be no way for him to block flames from two separate directions. Fortunately for the Captain, Armin managed to grapple atop the dragon behind him, felling it with a mighty slash from both of his swords. Just as Titan skin was essentially tissue paper to his blades, dragon scales would prove to be little difficultly.
Feynaltdrog had just took the full force of nine critical rockets, most of them landing in vital spots that would have outright killed a normal dragon, instead however, the king of dragons was merely reduced to a pile of burning and smoldering flesh though... still alive. He had taken out one of the elements of Harmony, the element of laughter to be the first, and what appeared to look like he had consumed it's magic, healing himself instantly.
Okay... now this was getting pretty terrifying. Did anyone really care though? No.
Sanya looked up at the dragon as it sent down a massive wave of fire down upon her, the witch raising her shield to prevent herself from being burnt alive. Running quickly, she managed to evade the flames with a little help of magic as she ducked behind the Thor and opened the box that was waiting for her, a M60 LMG. A weapon that easily could have exhausted anyone from it's sheer weight took hardly an effort from the witch, as did the recoil which were nothing when you carried around a rocket launcher with you into battle on a fairly daily basis. The armor piercing rounds would easily cause Feynaltdrog great pain and discomfort, despite their obvious small killing power against him. Rearing up his great head, he shot forth another wave of flame at Sanya, who prudently ducked behind the Thor, the fire would do little against the great machine's armor.
"EAT... THIS!" Raynor said as he fired a round from the Thor's mainguns, the massive guns shredding Feynaltdrog's flesh and bone, the king of dragons collapsed from his own weight and the weight of his injuries as Steve saw his chance and leapt up upon the king of Dragons.
"This is for Slade!" Steve cried as he sent the shield crashing down upon the dragon king's back, the loud snapping noise of Feynaltdrog's back breaking was heard from miles away. Standing back, the Captain pulled out his assault rifle and fired several rounds and a grenade into the open scales that exposed the bloody, red flesh. The explosion practically tore Feynaltdrog in half. Though... it didn't help too much. If only he stayed in two pieces. As he consumed the element of honesty and once again got back on his feet as he opened his mouth, as soon as the words came out, the skies above them exploded into a whirling storm, the eye of the abyss opened as it shot down meteors from the heavens themselves, sending them crashing down upon the world as Equestria bore witness to the wrath of Feynaltdrog, king of dragons, lord of banes.
Raynor gritted his teeth as the Thor shook a bit after being hit by a particularly large piece of meteorite. He had just a present for Feynaltdrog.
250 millimeter cannons right down his throat. See how he liked him now. He flipped open the trigger and chuckled to himself. NOW IF HE'D JUST STAY DOWN AFTER GETTING WITH THIS....
click*
Boom.
You can imagine Raynor's reaction to the fact that 250 Millimeter canons didn't kill Drog, in fact, it didn't even injure him severely, save for the fact that his wings must have gotten shredded for like the third time. But that wasn't the important thing... he looked as he saw the grappling hook.
Armin!
The boy swung up, blades at the ready, aiming straight for Feynaltdrog's neck, the blades sunk in, deep but hardly deep enough as the dragon king's broken, skeleton of wing came straight up, knocking him off. The two blades remained in as the red, oozing blood came gushing out, though fell straight out the moment the dragon consumed the element of kindness.
"For the love of god!" Raynor cried from within his Thor as he sent a barrage of javelin missiles at the dragon, which retaliated by sending a wall of fire right back at him, the mighty machine and the great dragon both held their ground as missiles and flame tore away at hull and flesh. The two titans locked in battle, each refusing to give any quarter.
Sanya dove away from the Thor the moment the flames reached it, not wanting to be anywhere close to the hellish flames that sought to consume everything within their path. The LMG was out of ammo... damn... her eye spotted a grenade launcher which she quickly grabbed.
"Again Medic!" Sanya called over the din.
"Vat?" Medic asked as he shot an arrow from his crusader's crossbow.
"Medic! Charge!"
"I can't hear you!"
"CHARGE."
"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" The german doctor replied as the medi-gun's rays enveloped Sanya. Quickly he flipped the switch.
Crit grenades... each of them hit Drog, forcing him back slightly. But then... wait... what the hell was he doing?!
Medic ran right at the dragon. Yes... just flat out CHARGED Feynaltdrog as though he wasn't going to get fried alive the moment the uber wore off. He had a strange... canteen like object within his hands which he opened the moment Feynaltdrog's attention was turn to him. With that, they found Medic covered in the red glow that was similar to his uber. He had just ubered himself.... while having a particular bonesaw ready to strike Drog.
No could have saw it coming. No one ever expected the (crazy) German doctor who had the attitude of a (sociopathic) bookworm to be one hell of a fighter as he somehow managed getting crushed, not once, not twice but THREE TIMES as he sent the ubersaw straight into Feynaltdrog's legs and face, each of the wounds bleeding profusely.
But... you can kinda imagine what Feynaltdrog did next. Hint: It involves the element of generosity.
Twilight had seen, (and heard) the fighting going on for quite the time now. She hadn't left golden oaks library in a LONG time after Spike had left. Things weren't the same after her number one assistant deserted her, perhaps never to be seen again. She would have visited Jim and the others with her friends, though they too had been mourning over the death of a teammate.
Granted, she never really liked Slade, but it was hard not to feel even a twinge of sympathy despite how... well... how much of a total jerk the guy was at times. She never got to hear the details of his death however... though it hit everyone quite hard. Even guys like Steve who had hated the man.
However... the sound and sight of battle had been too much to ignore. Prudently, most of ponyville stayed within their home... though not Twilight. And definitely not her friends once they saw her out and about. There'd be absolutely no convincing required to get them to come with her. The moment they laid eyes on the battle however, it was a sorry sight.
Four of the elements lay upon the ground. Grey and discolored, and there was a large, unearthly machine that was giving the king of dragons total hell. This hardly mattered when he picked up the element of loyalty, consuming it of it's energy. Opening his mouth, he said the words.
"Wuld...nah...KEST!"
He flew forward at ungodly speeds, striking the thor causing the machine to tip over and began to maul the machine. It was just so fortunate that the ejection system had been working fine, and that Raynor had been wearing his power armor, or he probably would have been in more than a few pieces by now.
"No one can stop me!" Feynaltdrog cried to the heavens as he rose, holding the element of magic within his claws. "Once I consume this... nothing can stop me! No one ever can!"
The irony of saying that... when a loud roar was heard that shattered the heavens, the earth and perhaps... even the very core of the king of dragons.
A massive purple dragon was flying at unfathomable speeds at the dragon king, the loud roar that was deafening. There was someone atop this dragon... someone in a hockey mask and armed the teeth.
"Slade?"
