Fighting wasn't really his thing, and so terrified out of his skin at what was going on around him, Hillier racked his brain for something suitable to assault the dragon he assumed was his to take out. Momentarily flustered, the best he could come up with was a devilish blinding bomb created from pure fire magic, which he threw right into the face of his very surprised target. BAM! It wasn't a huge explosion, as it hadn't been designed that way. Nevertheless it was effective, as a cloud of splintered fiery fragments peppered the beast's face and eyes, effectively rendering him blind and out of the fight for the time being. Pleased with his work, the young dragon weighed up whether to attack another dragon, or finish off the blinded flailing one that he'd just put out of commission.
Most of his young friends had their quirks, or favourite things. That included the type of magic they preferred to use when casting mantras or spells. For Zebediah it would have to have been tricky hexes that would confound or confuse. Hillier he knew preferred to dabble in anything fire based. For him, he'd always been attracted to anything either cold, or magnetic, and during his sparring sessions with Yoyo's other young dragons, had developed a vast array of spells based on these two core elements. While he knew he could do some limited damage to the dragon in front of him with many of the magnetic mantras that were his stock in trade, almost certainly the situation called for use of his cold spells. Dragons' general susceptibility to cold gave him a much better chance of taking out this one swiftly, something he was keen to do, given the fact that he had no idea if his teammate was out there stalking about in an effort to help the cause of the young human female shaped dragon. Without any further ado, he embraced all his magic, targeted his willpower and voiced the words in his mind, watching, satisfied, as a thin sheet of ice started to form at the sides of the scaly monster's head.
Having taken down the other two with magic, it was now time to use the perfect weapon she found herself armed with. In a fleeting slip of concentration, her thoughts turned back to the point at which she'd led the humans deep into the dragon domain and had stumbled, quite by accident, across the master mantra maker in his huge, prehistoric form. It wasn't quite by accident though, as he'd revealed moments later. A vision had taken him there and then, hoping to meet up with their merry little band. Her delicate little mouth threatened to break out into a smile at the thought of Gee Tee handing out terrific weapons to each and every one of her friends... the paralysing water backpack for Hook, an array of grenades for the others, and most unbelievably of all, the mystical and futuristic Fu-ts'ang for Janice. On seeing all this, the wily old shopkeeper had kidded her on that he'd forgotten anything for her, when reality couldn't have been further from the truth, having placed her with what could only be described as one of the finest weapons in the course of dragon history. Exquisitely balanced, finely honed and charged with more power than most developed countries, fighting with it had been an honour, and had boosted her abilities beyond belief. But it could only do so much, and so, almost out of options, she surged forward and with a cunning roll off to one side right at the very last moment, ducking under the fizzing, sparkling blade that had looked to hack her in two, she bounced up back onto her feet. Knowing perfectly well where her target would be, she thrust the elegant dagger straight into the beast's weak spot, with no choice but to leave her back exposed, waiting for the inevitable deadly assault. No fuss, no goodbyes, there was just acceptance. As the hulking brute crumpled to the ground, its mouth barely able to form any sort of response to what had just happened in the lightning quick attack, the young lacrosse player struggled to work out why she was still standing. Slowly turning around, her surprise was palpable... and this from a being not easily perplexed. Looking up at the monster in front of her, memories of what she'd done to Casey threatened to overrun her. Only seconds before, the dragon who had been powering towards her at a charge, intent on ending her life, was now covered from head to toe in a layer of thick, white frost.
'What the hell?' she thought. Odder still was that the dragon on the other side that she hadn't dealt with, was writhing around on the floor, clutching at his face, flames streaming from his mouth in every direction. Part of her thought she was dreaming, that perhaps she'd been struck down and this was somehow the first step towards the afterlife, not that she believed in such a thing. Quickly, it became apparent that this was not the case.
Watching the bewildered human female wondering just how she'd survived, Hillier and Zebediah both had exactly the same idea at exactly the same time. In an instant, the both lifted up the masks on their camouflaged suits, revealing big smirks zigzagging across both their scaly faces. For her part, Richie jumped back startled, brandishing the dagger about in front of her.
"Whoa, whoa..." shouted Zebediah over the ringing of weapons clashing, masonry exploding, and magic tearing through the air.
"It's alright," piped up Hillier. "We're with Yoyo. He sends his regards. Good hunting."
And with that, the two of them slipped down their masks, their features rippling into invisibility, leaving only a very stunned Richie. Mind blown, she turned around and assessed where she could best be of use. A whisper in her mind gave her cause for concern. The two dark dragons left here had still not been properly dealt with and could potentially rejoin the fight at some point much further in the future. Disgusted with herself on some base level, she knew, as with Casey, she had little choice but to do what could best be described as practical. Seconds later they were no longer a threat, and with yet another stomach churning deed completed, only one of many so far, she gripped the hilt of the dagger tight, and set off at a sprint to see where she could best make a difference.
Deflecting an array of poison spores back in the direction of her assailant from just above the circle of what was left of her force, Amelia Battlehard caught a glint of blurred movement, below and off to her left. Drifting down to the ground, surrounded by her overrun force, she watched as one of the individuals she felt so responsible for smashed the hilt of his stolen sword up against the jaw of his attacker, stunning him momentarily, before ramming the dark, deadly blade as far into his chest as it would go, directly piercing his perceived weak spot. Normally this would have been enough. But not here, not now... not against THEM!
"DAMN!" she cursed, having warned each and every one of them about the deceptive weak spots some of these dastardly foes were able to create. To be honest, it shouldn't really be an issue. Things had changed so much over the last fifty years or so, with the fantastical weapons their human charges had invented with a view to killing everything in their way. A hundred years ago, nothing their charges had would have even scratched them, but now that was so not the case. Barely a day went by that another different and more effective machine gun didn't roll off the production line, capable of firing armour piercing bullets. All of her kind knew not to mess with those. One or two had over the years, ending up brutally slain. And that's what made this whole 'weak spot' business so totally and utterly absurd. Modern, much younger dragons knew little, and cared even less about it. Dragons of a certain age, who had all been through the same training, were far too focused on where the weak spot was when fighting another of their ilk, and even though instructed otherwise in this case, prehistoric ingrained urges were inclined to run riot. She was only too aware how easy it was, in the heat of pitched battle, to throw all rational thinking totally out of the window. Directing her thoughts straight at her comrade, she screamed telepathically for him to watch out! But before he'd had a chance to realise exactly what was going on, the despicable dark dragon, having feigned death briefly, brought his brute of a tail around, smashing it viciously into the side of the King's Guard's face, toppling him to the ground. Instantly Amelia spat out a vicious streak of blue tinged flame in his direction in the hope of at least creating a momentary distraction and buying her brother in arms a few more valuable seconds. But that's not how it panned out. With the sword still buried in his chest, clearly not suffering from a fatal blow, the prehistoric monster stamped on his enemy and, in one very swift and calculated move, dragged his long, razor sharp, curved talons down the length of the body below him, exposing all the organs within, letting loose a fountain of dull green blood.