Battle Dragons:: Battle RNG

[LupusArgentea]

Erith: Attaaaaack! >:U

Erith jumped from the ground, scales rattling and tail whipping. The air slid easily past his leathery wings and shining black and red 'armor'. Erith flew straight up, quite enjoying the flight. Then, with a quick whip of tail and flick of wings, his nose dove downward and he swooped toward Curare, painful intentions in mind.
The rest to be left to Onyx.

[Onyxeva]

Modded by Onyx
Stats:

Erith:

• Health:
  25
• Atk:
  8
• Def:
  8

-VS-

Curare:

• Health:
  15
  12
• Attack:
  13
• Defense:
  5

--------------------------------2nd Roll-------------------------------------

Erith leaped into the air and rose quickly above Curare. With a snap of his tail he launched himself towards Curare.

3
Timestamp: 2011-03-20 22:19:15 UTC

Erith folded his wings and struck Curare for 3 damage, pulling out of the dive before tumbling to the ground.

It's Curare's turn now, what does she do? Attack, Defend or Wait?

[Noctilida]

Attack, please.

Curare paused in her flight. There was a strange sound to the wind. Some sort of leathery flapping noise. Before she could fully interpret the sound, its source barreled into her back. Winded and shocked, the magenta draclet fell several feet before flipping her wings straight. She hissed and peered around, tawny eyes flashing, for whatever hit her. She saw a black and orange ember seemingly tumbling to the ground. Curare squinted. The ember had wings and a tail. A dragon. With an infuriated squawk, Curare summoned her water and earth magic. An amber-colored liquid flowed down the length of her arms and pooled at the leading finger of her wings. The liquid took the shape of a razor-thin blade. The poison that now formed a deadly extension on her wings could potentially be lethal. As the blade formed, the sound of Curare's wingbeats changed from a soft, light flapping to a sharp, almost metallic swishing. Curare angled her falcon-like wings back, entering into a high-speed stoop, intending to slash at the ember as she whizzed by.

[redninetails]

I'd like to battle!
Your Name: redninetails
Your Dragon's Name: Sira
Dragon's Element: dark
Other:? wolfie<3 said they'd battle

[acciobadger]

I'd like to battle!


Your Name: Wolfie<3

Your Dragon's Name: Korbrv

Dragon's Element: Earth.

Other:? Battling already agreed on with redninetails. ^^

[Onyxeva]

Alright, I'm not sure if I'll be able to host two battles at once without getting confused. xD Until I get more battle mods, I'll put you guys in battling section. I'll mod yours once this current one is over. I'll pm you both when ready. :3

Is that alright?

[Onyxeva]

Modded by Onyx
Stats:

Erith:

• Health:
  25
  18
• Atk:
  8
• Def:
  8

-VS-

Curare:

• Health:
  15
  12
• Attack:
  13
• Defense:
  5

--------------------------------3rd Roll-------------------------------------

Upon covering her wings with her deadly poison that now formed a blade along the leading edge of her wings Curare charged at the small dragon that had ran into her.

7
Timestamp: 2011-03-23 01:48:49 UTC

Her wings sliced Erith for 7 damage.

It's Erith's turn now, what does he do? Attack, Defend or Wait?[/quote]

[acciobadger]

Alright, thanks. ^^

[LupusArgentea]

Attack, please!

Erith screeched, the sound piercing the air. He hit the ground, a bit of blood from the wound spattering on the ground. Erith struggled to his feet, claws skittering on the ground. He snorted smoke. Erith's eyes flickered to Curare, every orange and ebony scale on the small dragon's body raised. With a flap of wings, Erith lifted off the ground, wincing in pain. He couldn't give in to a 'little' wound, now, could he? Erith snorted again, but this time more in disgust toward himself. The dragon looked at his tail and blew the dark fire from its mouth onto the end scale, heating it up. Then, he picked up speed, aiming for Curare's underbelly.

[Note; I said 'a bit of blood' just in case of younger people, and it seemed unrealistic to have it just a scratch.]

[Onyxeva]

Modded by Onyx
Stats:

Erith:

• Health:
  25
  18
• Atk:
  8
• Def:
  8

-VS-

Curare:

• Health:
  15, 12
  5
• Attack:
  13
• Defense:
  5

--------------------------------4th Roll-------------------------------------

Erith shrieked from Curare's blow, not beat just yet he quickly returned to the sky, scales bristling. He heated the end of his tail with a breath of fire then charged towards Curare, intending to strike her belly.

7
Timestamp: 2011-03-23 04:21:29 UTC

Taking Curare by suprise from his assault from below Erith dealt 7 damage with his glowing hot tail.

It's Curare's turn now, what does she do? Attack, Defend, Wait or Run?