Firefew Island: Unstable Atmosphere

Chapter five: Chained, but not broken (PT: 1)

TS: Get Off Of My Back. (SPIRIT: Stallion of the Cimmerian.)

Carloa stood in line, shifting his feet nervously as Seth's voice boomed like a Dawn Screamers: "Today, you will be fighting the Formidable Spring Steamer!" Pigface cackled, his face turning as red as a Poisonous Eel Terror. The lever was pulled, and a large, turtle-like dragon was released, it sported flipper like fins, spikes, a long snout, and sheep like horns. Screeching; it threw itself at the closest threat. And that just happened to be Carloa. "Carloa! Watch out!" Trollark screamed, tossing a hammer at the creatures head, it connected, and the dragon turned with a snarl. "Uhhh–ah–u-uhhhhh..." Trollark cringed, covering his face as Carloa caught the creature's attention. "Don't look at him! Look at me!" He waved his arms frantically; his heart sinking as it came after him once more. I sure hope I don't taste good...

. . .

~With Altostratus~
The ravine echoed with the frantic calls of Altostratus; making progress up the slope; only for her grip to be lost; sending her tumbling to the dirt below. Gritting her teeth, Altostratus took a flying leap; her claws scrabbling against the granite wall; before pulling her weight up. He won't fall. She echoed her oath; her limbs screaming as she shoved through the undergrowth; skidding to a halt as she spotted the mass of Vikings. That's great...Now I got to clear them off. She snarled; a harrowing sound escaping her throat as her mouth took on a blue hue; metal screeching as it was blown apart like shards of glass; showering across those who didn't run.

"The twig will be a nice, tasty snack for ol' Grunt..." The Spring Steamer; or rather, "Grunt" as he called himself, advanced upon Carloa, its tongue tracing its jagged, broken, and crooked teeth, producing a foul odor that made Carloa want to gag. He did, this however, seemed to offend the turtle-like dragon, who opened his jaws as he loomed over Carloa.

. . .

Suddenly, a grey blur blocked his path. Snapping its jaws as it stepped in front of Carloa; the look on its face resembling that of an angry wolf. Arching its back; it shook its head side to side; sliding its body as the larger dragon moved closer; lashing out a paw. Altostratus leapt forward; snapping her jaws once again.

       ~Altostratus P.O.V~

Altostratus was raging, her eyes glinting with hatred as she glared, her vision distorted and a scarlet haze. She barely felt Grunts teeth meet in her hind leg, she whacked him in the face several times. Hobbling on three legs as she flared her wings, forcing the dragon back, before slamming the gate with a swift kick.
"Now that thats all...–" She snarled, snapped from her victorious thoughts by Carloa, softening when she realized who it was. I've always got your back. Don't worry.

"Altostratus! Go! Get!" Carloa shoved her wing as her eyes locked on his father. "NO! Stop! Dad!" He cried out as Altostratus shoved his hand off her scales; limping towards her father. "Listen! Please!"