[@Rai]

Cultists had moved in on Sulley with ferocity as news of his dragon blood spread throughout the field on both sides. The young dragon smirked, letting out a throaty chuckle as he took quick notice to the Vrondi soldiers opening up room to him, just in time to watch as a blade from a stray cultist pass his peripherals, the young dragon's movements graceful yet precise. This could be seen in his follow up as he lunged forward before the cultist had a chance to swing again but enough time for a fellow cultist to make his appearance from behind. In rapid succession, Sulley landed fist over fist on the one who swung on him before grabbing the poor soul by the head and swung around him his own back just as he turned so the position the former cultist was now a meat shield as his comrades blade sliced into the neck and the artery, sending black goo that was once blood out of his body and onto the ground around him. Sulley took this opportunity to slide out from behind, slamming a heel into the side of the second cultist's face, shattering the jaw and caving in the side of the face before the impact sent him flying into a group of charging cultists. The fire dragon cupped the chin of his meat shield with a sinister looking smirk, accompanied by almost lackadaisical eyes before they were illuminated by the newly formed humanoid candle that quickly blew away as ashe in the wind.

More cultists approached as he continued to dance about the battlefield sending cultists in any and all directions, sometimes into the arrows that flew above which rained down around him. Thankfully he had been a dragon or else those arrows would have done major damage. He was tired of watching these foolish followers of the cult lay waste to themselves without much of a fight so he figured he would give them a challenge. A small horde had charged forward towards a small group of soldiers. He could see in their eyes that despite their bravery, they were tired and scared. His voice boomed over many others as he announced to all of those present as he walked closer to the group of soliders-

[h3][color=9e0b0f][b]"If you all wish to die for your cause - Then I will make you work for it!"[/b][/color][/h3]

Sulley yelled, the temperature of a 10 meter area around him dropped drastically as his hands seemed to let off a chilled trail of vapor. Frost built along the ground as he walked, quickly it would form over the grass and harden around the blade of grass, making them as sharp as daggers. He shot his hands forward to the charging cultist, creating a crystalized version of a heavy brush filled area, slowing them down as each little spike from the crystalized grass, rocks, trees and bushes cut into them with ease. This ice field slowly extended outward into the cultist front, hopefully enough to slow or entrap them so the bowmen could execute each one with ease. Once The red dragon felt satisfied, Sulley turned his attention to the charging Elites, who seemed to be escorting Sulley as he too danced about the battlefield.

[i][color=9e0b0f]'Do what you are good at Soron...I'll see you at the end of this...'[/color][/i] He thought quietly as he returned to battle.
[hr]
[hr]
Soron lit up the battlefield with his family's trademark runes, bringing the name and reputation Dragonbane held in this world to the surface as he danced about the cultists, his ever watchful eyes calculating his surroundings, his footsteps precise and his reflexes at their peak. His senses were on overload but not to a point of breaking him. It was enough to give him fear, a small spark of doubt and he loved every minute of it. It reminded him of those battles of old when he was a Sureiya and the times he came across bandit encampments as a Taxis. He heard galloping from behind, a band of the elites who seemed to be heading in the same direction that he was. Good. With that he retrieved a onyx pebble from his bag and brought it up to his mouth. Channeling wind magic from his throat, he shot the pebble over the charging elites and short of the commander where he seemed to stand in all of what was unfolding. Dispersing in a cloud of smoke and only to reappear behind the commander, he watched as the 7 foot man started laying waste to the Commander's men. Soron stepped forward just as the commander spoke up.

"I believe you were told to remain back. [color=slategray]"I believe I'm not amongst your ranks so your orders mean nothing to me...with all due respect sir."[/color] No matter." 

"What will you do about that?" Soron watched the man carefully. 

[I][color=slategray]'Let's see...'[/color][/I] He watched as the man seemed to rise off the ground, almost as if there was no gravity.

[I][color=slategray]'The way he moves shows training, a lot of it. But so far he seems to follow the Oro traits of heavy handed hits but mixed with the grace of a Seraphim in battle so that leads me to believe he is either Oro, seraphim or both...This is gonna be a long fight...'[/color][/I] He narrowed his eye before handing off a stone to the commander, telling to hold onto it. 

[color=slategray]"I'm going to kill him..."[/color] He began making his way over to the large man before glancing up into the sky to watch [@Sohtem] Serena come through and rain down a few bolts of lightning. Soron took this opportunity of distraction and shot forward while taking two more stones out of his bag, throwing one of the black stones to the side of the large man before disappearing behind him, already coming out of the smoke with his dome of silence up, his body twisting in to a slash with his right at the 7ft man's leg with his long sword. Coming out of the turn he threw the other stone away from the large man while he withdrew his short sword with his left, aimed from a pointed jab towards the large man's spinal column. The stone that he threw off to the side was his escape should part of this fail.