The Blood Dragon at least for now, hadn't seemed to notice the advanced more modern Ballista that was being aimed at him. Instead, his focus was solely on the Scarred man beneath his claw. Though the look in the Dragons eyes did have rage and hatred within them, one could also see a glimmer of respect for someone who so bravely charged at him without a gun much like the Knights of old had. Though as the man began to talk, Gore roared at him, dragging his claw deeper into the ground, narrowing his eyes at him. To the Blood Dragon, this man may have shown some honor, but in the end he was still a man. The very beings that caused the horrible events that unfolded in the past to happen. Flashes and images filled Gore's head about how everything transpired, making Gore press even harder to Glenn slowly began to look as if he were about to pass out. That's when he heard him trying to restart the blade he was wielding, moving to look over his hand as it failed him. Gore just huffed, clearly laughing at the misfortune of the man that was pinned before him. 
[i]'Pathetic Human...Thousands upon thousands of better men have fallen because of me in such a honorable way..-you- do not deserve such honor.'[/i] Thought the Dragon before moving to get off of him.
That is when he heard the Ballista fire rapidly toward him at such a close range, It was over in only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity when the machine fired its gigantic arrow at the Blood Dragon.

The Blood Dragon left one up specifically to find out just how much the weapons have changed in the time he's spent away, and more importantly to see if the Woman manning them would run like they would have when he last emerged to the world. It seems on both accounts he expected a little too much for things to stay the same. Though he did launch toward the arrow, using his claws to grab it in mid air, having the tip of it spin into his hand caused him to growl in pain. As he held onto the arrow, its rockets shot off and actually knocked Gore over, causing him to lose his grip and have it shoot up and skid across his cheek, leaving a trail of blood go over his snout. The arrow propelled outward, only to turn back and try and slam right back into Gore, though this time the Blood Dragon seemed more angry, running at the weapon, he ducked down under it, expanding his wings at the last second, deflecting it and slamming it into the ground. Once it was dealt with, Gore walked back over to the launcher, moving so that his front legs and claws grappled onto the launcher, crushing it under his weight. With that, he leaned his head over the machine, snarling at the woman. To emphasize just how disappointed he was in her, his claws cut into the metal work of the Ballista. 

When he was about to lean down and snap his jaws around her, he could hear a gunshot as a bullet shot into him, though it didn't have much luck getting passed his thick scales. Gore looked back at the Hunter ran back in to find out what was going on, making the Dragon let out a huff. He was getting tired of this game of how these Hunters and Mercenaries were so persistent! With that, Gore just started walking over to him slowly, fire escape the Dragons mouth with each breath he took. The Hunter's clip ran out quickly as he was now out of ammo. He quickly saw Glenns body on the ground and that made him bolt toward him, picking up his sword as he began to pray that it worked for him. It roared to life once more just as Gore was about to swipe him. The Hunter ducked under it, bringing the blade up and slicing into Gores side. Though he got cocky and tried to ram the blade further into the scaled monster, his time spent doing that caused Gore's tail to whip around him, causing the bladed edges of his tail to cut into him. Gore moved the Hunter up to look at him, snarling before slamming his jaws shut around him, chomping on the man as if he meant nothing. The sword made a clanging sound when it dropped from his grasp. 

Once all the Hunters seemed to be either defeated or too far apart to do anything, Gore unfolded his wings, standing on his hind legs as he let out a roar that was a testament to all Dragons, a roar that showed just how proud and strong he was to be just that, a Dragon. Even after everything, even after Humans enslaved them and abused them, even after they lost their home to these -things-..His heart was full of pride. He knew what it meant to be what he was, even if few others shared such a sentiment. 
His frame could be seen even through the fire if the girl didn't find a way through the fires, but if she did? She would see that Gore slowly began walking down the Mountain, clearly wounded. Just the way he carried himself shown just how badly he was hurt.