Moving down the mountain was quick for the Dragon, sweeping down the snow covered tops. Though as he carried on his way, he heard someone shout something, making his head lift up. By then it was too late, the sky began to be covered with arrows that all seem to spiral toward their target. As they got closer, parts of the arrows shattered away as their speed launched forward like a rocket with enough force that looked like it could easily pierce into a Dragon. Leaning his claws to the side, he launched himself back as quickly as he could, barely dodging the first volley of arrows. Most of them were way off target but others looked to be almost dead on. With that, he looked back up to see the second volley rain down on him. The Arrow tips broke through his scales and most of them were now sticking out of his form. The Blood Dragon's eyes showed pain but he stood up on his hind legs, facing the last volley as he let out a roar, blasting fire upward causing the arrows to get blasted back. Once the arrows were gone, Gore landed back on his front claws and took off running. They weren't what they used to be at all, these hurt the Dragon, something the Hunters would soon regret considering his movements quickened instead of slowed down. They assault only seemed to make him more angry.

As he drew closer to the forest, a net appeared out of no where as it wrapped itself around Gore, trying to stop him. The Hunters in the area all cheered and laughed about how easy it was.
"Haha! That was [i]the[/i] Blood Dragon!? He was so ea-" That is until the net finished wrapping around him because once that happened, the bolts holding it down were ripped right out of the reinforced solid steel posts, clearly much stronger than they thought. The Hunters all immediately grabbed their weapons, only to have Gore whip the metallic electrified net back at them with his wings and tail, trying to swipe at them. At the force it was going, it could slice them in half, and maybe even the tree's. Though he could easily miss with how much he was covered by the net. Either way, he didn't stay long and went on moving further down the mountain.

The Dragon grew closer and thankfully the tree's were spread out enough for him to move, but with that also came the fact there were multiple places to hide in, as he continued, steel spears shot out from the ground in his path, actually causing him to come to a skidding halt. Once he had, hunters dropped down from the tree's, all wielding blades that looked to have inner workings in them and even a slight shimmer to the tips of them. As soon as they landed on Gore, they all drove their blades into the base of his wings, trying to 'clip' them as best they could. Gore let out a roar of pain, shaking the very tree's around him, quickly using his mouth to bite into one of the steel lances, ripping one right out of the ground. Letting his jaw loose for a moment, he actually using his tongue to spin the metallic spike and used it as a weapon, dropping his wings so that they weren't hit, whipping his neck in a way to have him slam it back into the Hunters that were trying to take the very sky from him. If it hit some of them, chances are they'd most likely fly into a tree, but if it missed, Gore would use his size and weight against them, leaping up, causing the hunters on his back to get lifted off of his body until they were high enough, with that, Gore positioned himself quickly, letting the hunters fall on the spikes on his back, impaling several on them. The ones left he would fold his wing in a way to grab one, throwing them up in the air and in a second ,he'd turn his whole body, slamming his tail as hard as he could into the hunter he grabbed with his wing and launching him with all of his force. 

Once the Hunters were either dead or impaled, Gore shook it off, as well as the bodies on him before using his tail to swipe the rest of the spears that were sticking out of the ground. Moving on, he finally began to reach the meadow where the arrow volleys seem to come from. Only when he had, his eyes widened. 
"Fire at will! Let him have it!" Was all he heard before the next thing that rang in his ears, the launching of each Ballistae in the area. All of the massive Artillery shot forth, bringing gigantic barbed arrows propelling forward at the Blood Dragon. Gore's eyes widened before letting out a roar in defiance, furling his wings as he jumped up and taking off to try and dodge them. Only when he did, the giant arrows seemed to follow him straight up into the sky.
The Blood Dragon flapped his wings quickly, spinning in mid air to try and avoid one of them from hitting him directly, only it was too much and one of them actually nailed the Blood Dragon right in his sides. Once it was in, the enhanced gigantic arrow's tip began to spin and drill into Gore, causing his wings to cease. The Blood Dragon began to fall from the sky, plummeting downward with the other gigantic arrows right behind him. Though before Gore hit the ground, Gore arched his back, using his claw to tear into the arrow, actually beginning to scrap the steel, causing the spinning to slow to a halt, now only leaving it embedded into him. But it wasn't quick enough. He hit the ground hard, causing the ground to shake around them. 

But in the cloud of dirt and dust, Gore's fiery mouth could be made out as he lept forward, out of the crater he made only to look back at one of the large arrows about to hit him. Using his hind legs, he kicked it back, grabbing it with his tail before flinging it at one of the Ballistae that were reloading, hopefully causing it to explode. As he continued to run, he leapt into another one of the large Ballista contraptions, spinning with it in a blink, catching another one of the Large arrows with the weapon itself and in another blink, he threw the giant weapon to the ground. The Hunters all moved around him, opening fire in fear, hoping there were still one or two of the arrows in the air. 
The Blood Dragon stumbled at the gunshots, wincing. Blood dripped from his side as it looked like a minor chunk of his scales and flesh were missing just from that one giant arrow. That said, the look in the Blood Dragons eyes was one of something that was going to kill. A predator that was knocked over the edge of rage. 
With that, Gore leapt upward, letting out a breath of fire that encircled the area of weapons, dropping back down, he moved forward, bringing his wings out to smack into several hunters, bringing them up into the air before blasting fire into them, roasting them alive before using his wing again to smack them toward the others. The other Hunters all began to encircle him, firing their weapons be it bow or gun, trying to slow him down. All while the Blood Dragon moved forward, trying to swipe at each of the Hunters. His movements were slower now due to the amount of damage they dealt to him, but each still seemed to be lethal and more violent then the last. As if the pain they were giving him only set him off even more. 

Glenn looked over at Rosalie grabbing her and pushing her toward another Mercenary. 
"Get her out of here, it's too dangerous!" He shouted, reaching down to take out a blade that had a similar gleam that the Hunters whom got on the Dragons back had. Though his was slightly curved with a ridged curve to it as well as a Dragon bone handle that looked to be gripped perfectly for his hand. There were also holes along the blade to make cleaving and cutting through something easier. With that, the scarred man flipped something and the blades curve began to spin like a chainsaw. 
"Spread out! We've come to far now!" He shouted in order as all the Hunters in the area did as they were told, quickly spanning out. Most of them got net launchers as they all crouched down, firing them at Gore, trying to get enough of the bolted electrified wire around him. Though the Blood Dragon had something else in mind. 

The Blood Dragon let out a blast of fire into the ground, blazing into the earth itself before taking off, flapping his wings as hard as he could, the fire he blasted began to grow at a drastic rate and once it was big enough, Gore flew around it as the Fire shot out and blasts, as if meteors were raining from the sky, crashing into the ground below, destroying the tree's in the area as well as most others. It was as if destruction itself was being summoned forth and brought down. With that, Gore landed back on the ground in front of the raging blaze that was before him, destruction and explosion of blazing dirt blasting out all around him. With a snort, he walked forward toward the main tent, forgetting there was at least still one Ballista left that could fire those damned arrows. 
As he drew closer, Glenn stepped forward, brandishing his weapon with a smirk, spinning the blade in his hand before nodding to the Dragon.
"You live up to your name, Blood Dragon! You sure can take a beating! How about we see just how you can take eh!?" Said the leader of the group, running at the Blood Dragon with his sword up.

Glenn rushed at the Blood Dragon, seeming to enjoy the close encounter a bit too much. Though Gore quickly whipped his tail out at the scarred man, The Leader of the Hunters rolled under it, trying to thrust his blade out, only to have Gore's spiked claw clash with it, and by then it was too late. Gore's strength was too much and by that, he slammed his claw into Glenn hard, causing him to fly back. Only while he was flying through the area, Gore wrapped his tail around him and slammed him hard into the ground, moving over to him and pinning his claw against the mans chest, digging the spikes into the ground above his shoulders, using the weight he had against him. Leaning down, Gore snarled silently, clasping his mouth shut, showing just how large his teeth were, as if he were going to devour the man that now looked to be somewhat broken underneath the weight of the Blood Dragon...