Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar didn't have time to think, he just did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to let go, much to the shock of his soldiers as they called out for him. But Rezar was not so despaired that he would be falling to his death, he pulled out Vita Gratia in midair, separated the weapon and sent the first blade flying upwards, its chain rustling in the cold of night and glowing as it stabbed into the chest of a snow elf and proceeded to go through the head of another before stabbing into the mountain wall on the ledge above them.

With that in place he was no longer falling as he was suspended in the air, but that wasn't the end of the move as he swung the other blade held tightly in his right hand towards the Wyvern that was leading the charge. While the wyverns were natives to this mountain and could see a lot better in the snow storm, the same couldn't be said for when it was dark. The creature of ice, fangs and claws didn't see the blade until it was stabbed into its eyes and deep into its brain.

The Wyvern went limp immediately, falling down to the rocks below, but Rezar had no intention of letting the bulky creature to fall to the ground with its rider. Before the chain could get taut, he ran across the surface of the mountain wall, his right arm straining and almost pulling him to the ground as the entire weight of the wyvern was now supported with Rezar's right hand. The pilot fell screaming into snow and darkness below.

"Arrghhhhhhhh!"

Rezar's screaming voice was heard resounding across the entire mountain, and it came with such force and power that the mountain itself began to shake, a subtle rumbling that could be felt from the rocks beneath everybody. Rezar felt his right shoulder give way and the skin begin to tear and pull apart. At this rate the Dead weight of the Wyvern would pull his arm off his entire body.

The other wyverns had given the wall a wide berth as directed by their riders after Rezar had shocked them and taken out one of theirs in the very moment that they appeared. But he wasn't done yet, with the other riders out of range, there was only direction this wyvern could go. He shifted his gaze up, he could see or rather he could feel the snow elves attacking the other blade and chain of Vita Gratia and trying to dislodge it from the wall.

If they could do that, Rezar would fall to his death, or maybe to severe injuries. In the moment he looked up his gaze met with that of a dwarf that he somehow felt he had met before. The Dwarf felt his heart grow cold for the second time in two-almost three days, and this once was a lot worse than the last.

"Hurry it up! Remove that bloody chain he's about to do something, quick!" the dwarf turned to give others, trying not to pay attention to the bodies speared through by the chain and now bleeding onto it. And the weird effect as the bodies were slowly getting desiccated; the weapon feeding on their essence and soul, but.

*Whoosh! *

It was already too late. The dwarf turned and noticed a shadow coming close to him and the cluster of snow elves and dwarves that were on the ledge and trying their hardest to pick of their enemies.it was the body of the wyvern. That monstrous king had actually thrown the 18-meter-long and 6-meter-tall monster at them, in that second he couldn't help but flash through everything that seems to have gone wrong in this fight.

Both the dwarven and Elvin leaders had not been willing to pull all their resources and weapons in stopping this monster right at the entrance of the Breone mountain. They were mostly relying on the trap at Rising snow city to slow the King of the bone horde down, but he had lost most of his hand and forearm to a tiger like beast undead, and the detonator was lying snugly within it's dead stomach.

They were no different than lambs led to a slaughter. They left them there for Rezar to make short work of, their lives meaning nothing to the people they had chosen to serve. Nairn missed earth; cause even if the people in power were complete asses, it wasn't to the point where you had to die on their orders. Soldiers had a bit of a choice, of course there would be disgrace at the other end of such a road, but at least you would be alive, but here?

*Boom! *

Flesh and bone was crushed as blood splattered on the unforgiven and harsh mountain wall covered with a thick layer of snow. There was an explosion of ice and rocks that cause even more damage in a wider radius. The elves and dwarves at the edge survived with severe injuries and legs not too far away from death's door. In fact, it wouldn't be too long before they had to answer the call of their ancestors.

The dwarven commander, and the snow elf responsible of the snow storm spell were killed on the spot. And due to that, the controlled snow storm hanging around the ledge and keeping the alliance soldiers hidden from the vampires below was dispersed and they were left exposed. Rezar's right hand was hanging down limply as he held on tight with his left hand, that was now slick and covered with blood that had poured down the length of the chain from stabbing into the snow elves. The riders and the wyverns knew that their comrades needed their help now more than ever, so they prepared to attack.

But now that the vampires were no longer encumbered by the snow storm, they could make attempts to attack. And being cloaked by the power of darkness, more than a few them were ready to cause as much havoc as possible. The wyvern Riders actually only had one target, and that was the still healing Rezar who now had to catch his breath as carrying an entire wyvern with one hand had messed up his entire body, not just his arm, they were going for the head.