Short stumbled out of the ship. "I think I'm going to-" Short turned and vomited on the side of the ship. "Sorry." He said looking at buster.
(You guys are quick!) "Good!" The hooded mare said. Darkness swirls and rips a channel of colours behind her. "We're gonna be in and out faster than lightning!" She hops back, vanishing through the colours. The Dragon Armour slams it's tail through a chimney as it clicks it's mouth, decorated in ornate details and inlays around the edges of the creatures almost ebony mouth. It drops it's jaw, raises its head as a ball of flame shoots up like a flare only to fall, heading for the three on the roof.
Ambiance heard the sound of vomiting coming from somehwere behind her. She turned just in time to spot Short Fuse finish up. "Sorry." "Speaking of retching..." The knight trotted over to Short and gently placed her hoof on his back and started to rub. "They say Ginseng is good for sea sickness. Regretably, I have none with me." When she though that he was begining to feel better, she stopped rubbing and turned to face the beast. "We'll have to get in close, Sir Short Fuse." Then remembering the grenades that Short Fuse had, she retracted her statement. I'll have to get in close. You and Buster can attack it at a distance. I shall try to get upon its back." She narrowed her gaze. "I've dealt with dragons before. Granted, we fought them in squads of no less than seven...and with no less than two competent mages per squad...but I suppose we'll have to make do." Trying to maintain an air of confidence, Ambiance stepped forward, only to see the fireball heading right toward the three adventurers! "RUN!" With that, she leapt off the side of the building and just managed to land of all hooves. She shouts, "Let battle be joined!" as she rushed toward the dragon.
"Oof!" Buster shouted as he was violently knocked out of the path of a fireball. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or thankful. The pony, now more ecstatic than earlier, took off after the heartless after telling Buster to stay put. 'There's no way I'm fighting that thing with mere bullets,' he though. He jumped down and followed Ambience in hot pursuit with his gunblade. As they got closer, he was exposed to the sheer size of the thing. Now, he had no idea how they would hurt it!
The Dragon Armour's claws, equally ornate while also clearly being hollow as it floats around separate from the rest of the torso, slice through the roofs, scattering tiles onto the street below. It follows the ponies along the street, staying above them. The head floats over the side, keeping an eye on the three ponies below. A claw sweeps down from the rooftops to try and catch the three ponies in its arc.
Short Fuse jumped out of the way knocking Buster and Ambiance out of the way right before the dragons claws sunk into the ground. Now realizing just how big it actually was he yelled. "Ok new plan I need to get on top of the head so give it all you've got and keep it occupied." Short then started for the back legs trying to jump on.
Ambiance was suddenly shoved to the side by Short Fuse. As she recovered and was about to express her great offense, she spied the gash in the ground left by the dragon armor and silently thanked her lucky stars that he had shoved her to the side. "Ok new plan I need to get on top of the head so give it all you've got and keep it occupied." The crimson knight gritted her teeth, knowing that perhaps it would be better for the grenadier to be on top of the dragon, perhaps to toss one of his fire bombs in between the armor or into its maw. "Very well, Sir Short Fuse. I'll do what I can!" The dragon appeared to be a good distance above her, just out of her Keyblade's reach. I only need to distract it... She reared up on her hind legs and with all of her might, threw her Keyblade, aiming for the middle of the dragon armor's "neck".
Short started to climb up the back leg of the dragon holding on for his life as the dragon moved around.
The Dragon Armour spots Ambiance, turning its head towards her as the keyblade slams into its face. The impact embeds itself into the Heartless' muzzle. In revenge, The Dragon swipes for Ambiance with it's huge claw. The claw is suddenly shot out of the air, two feather.shaped blades embeded in the claw. The armoured pony rushes to Ambiance's side.
Buster cried out as the heartless swept at Ambience, but his voice fell short as it jerked away, two new appendages jutting out of it. He took the moment of distraction to land a few combos on the side of it, attempting to deal some damage. He then pivoted, shoving the blade as hard as he could into a break in the chitin and firing off two shots into it.
'Well they have the distraction part under controle.' Short fuse thought to himself as he made his way up the dragons back to it's neck. "Here comes the hard part." He said to himself as he started to climb.
The Noponies arrive in a clean-swept hallway. Underneath the scarlet carpet was expencive sapphire-coloured tiles that shared thier colour with the high walls and ceilings. As the group files out of the darkness into the unoccupired area, chatter and laughter can be heard as a dulled, constant murmur. The nobody ostill covered by her hood splits off toward the near-by door. "No pony will show up." She said. "Princess Cinderella isn't due to arrove for and hour and the band will be at the party. We got an hour. Their instruments are in here." With that, she vanishes behind the doors. The Dragon Armour appeared to have done what counted as calculations and come to the conclusion that aggression was the best thing. So, it fires a flame at Ambiance and the armoured pony before slinking down to ground level to deal with Buster personally. It's mouth opens wide. The Heartless hasn't noticed anypony clinging to its body.
Ambiance had braced for the impact as the dragon swooped in and was pleasantly surprised when its attack was interrupted by another pony wearing armor. A knight! Like me! As the armored pony seemed to almost glide into position near her, she called out to him. "I thank you, whoever you are!" Before she could say much more, a jet of flame erupted from the dragon's maw. She managed to dodge the blast by rolling out of the way. As she did so, she concentrated on returning her keyblade to her mouth. With a little effort, it did return to her, but the shower of tiny hearts it produced as it did so threw her off balance, staggering her a bit. She looked up just in time to see the dragon turn its attention to Buster. "Come!" she shouted to the fellow knight. "We have to strike now!" She charged at the dragon, adjusting the angle of the keyblade so it would strike the dragon's mouth as she ran past. ----- "An hour it is, then." Luxilq trotted toward the doors, disappearing behind them as he did so. How hard can it be to find one intstument?
(I will have much happy if we continue this as well ) Buster could only stare in shock as the heartless lowered itself to his level. 'Oh dear...' he thought as he stared deep into its eyes. Inside, he saw a deep darkness surrounding a faint light. The heart of whatever poor soul was trapped within the beast. The thought froze him with fear. The dragon armor opened its mouth wide, and Buster faintly whispered "Medic." ----------------------------------------------- Axcin scoffed at the concept. "That's just another hour for anypony else who might be looking! Of course they would be so lazy as to waste time like that, with all the hearts being flung around, worlds devoured, faces..." he wandered in grumbling his little rant about hearless and noponies and shirkers.
The instrument store was a long room, housing what appeared to be a museum of sorts. Suits of armour of various and varied designs line the wall, while a few book cases lined the opposite wall. Large armchairs sit around a dormant fireplace. It was more like a part of Stonehenge built into the wall. Above it hangs the portrait of an old, rotund colt in royal red, with a row of medals on his chest and a moustache on his lip. It was an imposing and epic image but seemed a little over the top for what appeared to be a reading room. Instrument cases lied on the floor, leaned and left in various positions and places: against the wall or in a chair. They were all placed towards the walls so that no pony could tread on them. "So...Inie, meanie, minie, mo" She said, jabbing a hoof at random cases. The Dragon Armour's head is knocked off course as the keyblade impacts it. The Armoured Pony slides to the side of it, keyblades in his hooves as he stands on his hind legs, waiting. The Dragon Armour lowers it's jaw preparing another blast of flame pointed directly at the three.
Lux started at the other side of the room and worked his way in toward the middle, checking with his horn if he could feel any particularly powerful magic coming from any of the cases. ----- Ambiance skidded to a halt when she had made it a good distance past the Dragon Armor. It seemed that her plan had worked, but only long enough to make the dragon more angry. She gritted her teeth as the dragon started to charge up another flame. ...I wish my friends were here... A singular tear rolled down her face as she braced herself. No! I'm not giving up yet! As the mouth opened, a thought occurred to her. She reared back on her hind legs and prepared to throw her keyblade again. Keeping one eye on the dragon, she tried to time her through just right...
Short had finally made it to the dragons head. "Oh please let this work." He lit the last of his bombs with his keyblade and threw them down the dragons throat. Unfortunately now it knew there was a pony on its head, and if his plan works he is on the head of a bomb. (sorry for the wait)
The Dragon Armour rumbles like a cauldren being struck from within as each bomb explodes. The body shakes and wobbles while trying to stabblise it's movements. Once the last explosive rocked its body, the Dragon Armour drops its jaw, turning its head to find who did that. "Hit it now. With everything!" The armoured pony cries, throwing its blades at the Dragon's head.
