Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"I'm getting tired of this," the fifth time he did so he felt sour inside his body. The damage he received this time was stronger than before. The werewolf kept hitting enemies everywhere, but he alone wasn't enough to crush all of them.

'I believe you should retreat,' the golden dragon advised, 'your body is about to reach his limit and that pillar is just keeping getting fiercer with each activation. Give it time to rest as well and break the chain or else…'

"I still can take two more hits of it," Arthur didn't accept the advice as he kept flying and activating the pillar while his enemies returned to hunt him down once more.

"Damn, they never learn," he took the seventh hit and this time his body had deep wounds everywhere, "sigh, this is my current limit it seems," he regretfully turned around and started to aim towards his army while taking as much healing pills and meat as possible.

"You won't be able to leave here alive," one of the monsters blocking his path roared but Arthur didn't bother to answer in words.

He simply threw the array he had and finally released the arrow to activate it. he still had George's pillar ready to be activated by a single arrow missing but he preferred to use his array instead.

The image of the Golam appeared once more and it roared violently before it turned around and exploded at everyone else. The shockwave wasn't that brutal like George's pillar and he didn't receive much damage.

But he felt like his soul was being tortured by this hit. "I need to rest," he muttered bitterly while flying again aiming towards his army group.

"Send the word to Doaf," Arthur tiredly muttered while noticing more enemies were blocking his path, "let him arrange a rescue mission," he sighed while he held George pillar in hand as the last measure to be used if his life was in danger.

"You will fall here," another monster roared from far front while blocking his path towards his army. Arthur didn't answer and he only threw the pillar with what strength left in him while wishing he wouldn't die of this shockwave.

"Rumble!"

This time the activation was so intense that made the entire sky change color to be in bronze. "Damn, this doesn't look good," Arthur didn't wait for the shockwave to reach him before taking many pills and consumed it at once.

"Boom!"

His body smashed towards the ground like a ropeless kite. He felt every single piece in his body to be smashed and broken, but he withstood everything as he took more pills to heal his body at once.

Then he stood up, threw the array in hand as far as he could before trying to focus with tired eyes towards the array. "Let this work," he prayed before releasing the arrow towards the array and all he heard was another roar and rumble before another shockwave hit him.

This time he felt he lost consciousness for a second, but when he opened his eyes he found himself inside his army, surrounded by Doaf, Amera, and the crow with disturbed look over their faces.

And this look instantly changed to show up excitement. "You are fine, hahaha, you are such a badass young master," Doaf laughed wholeheartedly while the other two only heaved long sighs of relief.

"What happened?" Arthur tried to move but an intense pain assaulted him, forcing him to return to the ground again and drop the idea for moving for now.

"Lay down," Doaf hurried to say, "your body took severe injuries in the last hours."

"Hours?" Arthur speechlessly muttered. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"A day and half," Amera smiled while adding, "we thought you were going to… anyway you are fine now."

"Were you worried about me?" he jokingly said.

"Stop it," she chuckled before adding, "who said anything about being worried about you? I was just with others, concerned about your safety and health that's all."

"Concern is also a form of affection."

"Keep dreaming," she laughed while adding, "damn, even when on the death doorsteps you won't stop joking around and daydreaming."

"Everything starts with a dream," Arthur simply stated the mere fact before adding, "how is the battle going? How well are we faring?"

"We are holding this area," the crow was the one to answer him, "thanks to your loyal and very devoted workers, our forces are now fighting inside fortified walls and towers."

"That's… reassuring," Arthur heaved a relieving sigh before adding, "I hope we have better and far more workers, but our main forces are trapped inside that strange… thing."

"That's indeed weird," Doaf said while adding after exchanging glances with the other two, "we discussed it and only few of those old monsters up there have such power to seal a space like this."

"Old monsters?" Arthur muttered in doubt.

"We also doubted this," Amera sighed, "but there is no other one out there who could do this trick but them."

"Do you mean we are fighting an old dude?"

"It's not that," the crow shook his head, "most probably he created some kind of weapon to be used to activate his ability and sold it to these enemies."

"That's not reassuring," Arthur muttered, "but at least we aren't fighting one of them."

"That's the best news we have for now," Doaf sighed, "our losses aren't that much but as we can't replenish the dead, we are in a worse situation."

"We should force our way towards that city," Amera suggested.

"Bad idea," Arthur shook his head, "if they wanted to lock us there then they have another hidden trap to be used on us next."

"Then what should we do?" the crow asked, "like this we all will die."

"Sigh," Arthur didn't want to lean to such an option but he finally was able to move one arm. He was surprised to find himself in human form but he had zero energy to transform now.