Degari did her best to ignore the battle. She had to do the calling.
Standing in the middle of Stonehenge, she stretched out her arms and began the calling.
Magical waves burst from her in rings, spreading around the world in a ripple-like effect. The waves carried a message, calling for the intended to gather at Stonehenge.
But a few others felt the calling, and came as well.
When she finished, she was that Hatchet was fighting, and that Rise was on the ground, bleeding.
Cursing, and filled with blind rage, she narrated a single lightening bolt to strike from the ever-cloudy skies to the dragon, stunning it.
In that moment, she shape shifted into as powerful a dragon as she could manage with such low energy and leapt to its neck, cracking its scales and digging into its flesh with her fangs.
The dragon was wild with pain, rage and confusion, and it started to heat up.
It was going to burst into flames to destroy Degari.
With a final burst of energy, she drew back a taloned paw and struck it down, using magic to turn her claws into sword-like blades, slicing the half the dragon's neck.
Hatchet dealt out the last strikes to the still living, but much weakened dragon as Degari dragged herself to Rise's side.
She managed to heal the largest wounds and slow the bleeding before collapsing from exhaustion.
'If there are other story tellers in the world, they would hear the calling and gather, and it wouldn't matter if I wasn't able to help.' Degari thought, falling into darkness.
[Edited by Degari, 4/9/2010 6:36:01 AM]