Tonisa urged her mount towards the clouds, hiding within their dark formations. The men below looked up, unsure if they should believe what they thought they may have seen. Just as they had come to set their fears aside, Calira broke the clouds in a ballad of roars. The escape routes were the first to be burned, his jaws expanded shooting forth a tidal wave of flame onto the ground. The men scattered frantically, doing their best to arrange for the proper formation. The weapons were loaded and aimed towards the sky, while the commander Sir Alvaro, began to bark his orders. The dragon banked left dropping his altitude, only to lick fire upon a crowd of men who had been too late in the call to arms. The river of flame slithered upon the ground like a living serpent, its power condemning all in its path to ash.

"To the line!" Alvaro yelled. One hundred men rushed to his side crossbows at the ready. Tonisa had come to drop onto one knee, the heat radiating from her husbands scales a welcome reminder of the havoc they once came to wreck. They were descending at a vertical angle aimed directly for the formation of men. "Cremate them all!" Tonisa screamed, her voice dancing hand in hand with ribbons of pride. The warriors loosed their bolts, their aim now barreling toward the dragon and his commander. The traveled in a sound of whistling wind, their arrowheads laced in the blessing of dragons bane. Tonisa watched as they came hurtling towards them, Calira taking note of them as well. With one powerful motion of his wings, he banked right. Most of the weapons came to fall away from his underbelly like pebbles to a mountainside, while their brothers came to lodge into his left wing. He roared in pain, blood pouring from the thin leather of his wings.

Tonisa roared along with him, her rage igniting within her breast. She raised her left hand into the wind, an orb of black lightning coming to form in her grasp. The tendrils of the orb began to travel up her arm like poisonous vines. " Return to them my love and allow me to show them our true power as one!" Doing as commanded, Draconvieh turned and positioned himself behind the formation who had come to reload their weapons. The men pivoted on heel and took aim once more taking the shot presented to them. "Not again you cunts!" Tonisa barked. She hurled the orb towards the ground and watched as the bolts were consumed. Moments later it struck the ground, condemning all in its range to death. The bodies of the men flew upward into the air, the black tendrils invading their bodies. Time and time again the blast came to explode the power of it traveling the ground like a pack of hungry wolves. The battle-born pair flew over the strike zone the bodies of their enemies coming to still and burn until they erupt like broken glass.

Calira made his landing, his triumphant roar carrying for miles. Tonisa, at last, sat down watching what was left of the makeshift army burn. Three men had tucked tail and ran before the start of the slaughter, their imaging now fading over the hills and into the gates of their city. Calira watched them run a rumbling growl passing through his jaws along with a cloud of smoke. "Shall we run them down?" Tonisa chuckled. "No, let them return to the traitor's gates. I want them to tell the vivid story of what happened here today. We will deal with the Eston's soon enough. For now, I wish to return home and consummate our joining for the second time." She leaned down pressing a tender kiss on his spine. The king turned in the opposite direction and spread his wings. With one motion they were once again airborne.