Gripping the twisted chuck of debris, steel girders, marble and all, the cruel creature thought nothing of dropping his load on top of his target, in fact it gave him great pleasure just thinking about the results. Flapping his mighty wings twice as hard as he normally would because of the load he was carrying, causing tiny vortices in the air behind their tips, his bulky cargo proved to be his undoing, because the king's mantra had one little addition that most magic being cast in and around the battlefield lacked. It had a slight semblance of sentience built into it, taking into account how magical creatures might act, defend and dodge its ultimate purpose. A hint of sadness trickled through the dragon monarch briefly as he remembered this. His ring, the magical one he had once thought of as his friend, handed down from dragon monarch to dragon monarch, had taught him this. Apparently, no other beings on the planet knew how to do it, and it was a secret each and every king was sworn to take to their grave, something he fully intended to see through. Ever since gaining this knowledge at the very beginning of his reign, part of him delighted in knowing something his friend the master mantra maker never would. A much smaller part wanted to share the secret with his estranged friend, understanding just how wondrous he'd find it, but of course he never had. Sad at missing the ring he'd reluctantly given to Tank a little earlier, he wondered where the young rugby player was, realising only now that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of him. Wherever he was, at least Manson didn't have that ring. If he got hold of it and could bend its will to his own, this battle and their lives would all be over in a split second.
Looking on with great satisfaction, George watched the result of his handiwork as yet another dark beast dropped on top of the shield in front of him, taking an almighty swipe with a lethal looking sword. Arching back so as to avoid the vicious blow, all the time with one eye on the approaching bomber, the king, letting the rage he felt bubble to the surface for just a moment, moved in with lightning quick speed, and in one fell swoop, head butted the monster so hard that every bone in his skull cracked. Flopping clumsily to the ground, the incompetent dragon's lifeless body slid down the side of the shield, once again hampering his attacking colleagues below.
Zooming in a blur far beneath their target, dodging in and out of all of the explosive magic going off around them, one of the chilly bolts got caught in the wake of a huge flaming fireball which destroyed it immediately, leaving only four of his brothers left. Of those four there wasn't a leader, only one singular purpose driving all of them on together... to destroy their target. Banking hard left in a turn so tight no being there would have been able to follow them, they approached the target on exactly the same line but from below, knowing full well they'd never be seen due to the payload he carried. Hammering every last ounce of speed from the magic that drove them on, their sentience felt fulfilled as it achieved its ultimate purpose and made contact with not only the underside of the mighty beast's wing, but along the back of its tail as well. Instantly frozen, not knowing what the hell had just happened, the hapless monster plummeted to the ground at breakneck speed, slamming itself and the debris it had been carrying into one side of the group attacking the shielded dome, providing a temporary respite for some of those inside. Thrilled at the outcome, the king turned his focus back to the air around him, lighting the next attacker on fire with a brilliant burst of flame, enhanced in no small way by the magic that was his birthright.
Colliding together again at speed, not a single magical defence in sight this time, Earth knew nothing about her surroundings or anything of the world outside her personal battle. Raking the sharp, purple coloured nails of her left hand across her father's exposed torso, she hit him hard with an uppercut to the chin as he frantically tried to grapple with her. Dazed for but a moment, it was long enough for the brown-cloaked, deranged dragon to press her advantage. Words from an alien script tumbled out of her mouth, conjuring up one of the nagas' most popular forms of magic... electricity! With ten centimetre bolts of crackling energy lancing out of eight of her fingers and both thumbs, she pressed her left hand against his bare chest, delighted at feeling the sticky, red blood that oozed from the wounds she'd just opened up with her nails. As the blood caught fire and rippled with an electric current, her right hand lunged for his throat, squeezing as tight as she could, forcing the electricity into his skin, watching in rapture the surprise on his face, the pain behind his eyes and the voltage jumping and writhing across both his upper and lower teeth. As the smell of burnt flesh and blood washed up his nostrils, Fredric let out one almighty yell, sounding like something otherworldly. Startled for a second, but not taking her eyes off the prize, a ruthless snarl developed across the bloodcurdling features of her face, forcing the purple criss-crossing lines to pump furiously, making her look more intimidating and evil, if that were possible.
With loss of consciousness and the inevitable death it would bring only a few seconds away at most, Fredric struggled to bring any of his magic to the fore through all the pain he felt, despite the laminium chains wrapped firmly around his chest. That was it... the laminium chains. Shying away from mounting any kind of defence now... it was far too late for that... instead he searched deep inside the metal that had turned the tide in Antarctica, hoping he could set it alight and use it to part the two of them. All he knew was that he couldn't take much more, and that he had to put some distance between them. It just might work, but it just might kill both of them, something he was willing to risk, not because he had no choice, but because he'd easily give his life to stop her reign of evil, something he should have done a long time ago. Finding what he needed at a quantum level, he shut his eyes, let down his guard and left himself to fate's mercy.
Throwing back her head full of ecstatic serpents, laughing manically as the electricity continued to burn its way into the blackened skin across her father's chest and around his scraggy throat, it would have been clear to anyone watching that she'd lost her way and would almost certainly never return. Insanity had consumed her totally and utterly.
The explosion was unparalleled. Everything that had previously taken place on the battlefield paled in comparison.
A concussive force wrapped up in a brilliant, bright, white ball of magical energy materialised briefly, before exploding out in every direction. Fredric and Earth were both tossed back into the air at an incredible speed, each of them travelling over one hundred metres, both taking the initial impact of the detonated laminium. Originating from the centre of the blast, a powerful ring of supernatural force and energy discharged across the private residence, tearing beings apart, destroying debris and what little infrastructure remained. Those paying close attention managed to fly out of the way, though most of the nagas were not so lucky, having their lives ended prematurely by something that had been designed as a last resort. Vasuki was one of the few lucky ones; having seen it coming, he'd managed to use his very unusual magic to erect a force field that had dissipated most of it. Still he'd been knocked to the ground, alongside both Flash and Manson.
For the two remaining teams of light sided dragons, it had been something of a blessing in disguise. As the horizontal ring of power cut its way across the combat zone, it killed almost everything in its path, and given how crowded the area had become with enemy forces, it was Manson's dark allies that had suffered the greatest losses. Most had died instantly; some had limbs or extremities ripped out from under them.