Bronze KairuthPreferred Position:
Either Wingleader or WingsecondWing Drill/Threadfighting Sample:
Since I have never done a Threadfall here on Lib; I'll just give an example of how I generally write when a character of mine is facing Thread.Ready -- onward!
K'lair and Kairuth with NPCs
The young man leaned down a little when Kairuth prepared to ascend, a muffled grunt escaped his lips at the sheer force his bronze used to launched them off the ground, the bronze's wings extended out as wide as they could to push as much air as possible beneath him to take them up and straight into the sky. The blue scene before them would soon be littered with the silver rain and Thread laced ash; it felt like it took forever for them to meet this ancient and deadly foe, but in actuality it had a time frame that ranged in the seconds. The bronze didn't need to speak as he turned his head to snap and chew at the firestone that K'lair offered him -- he didn't need to make sure that the other dragonpairs were doing the same just because it was an absolute necessary unless one wanted to die. Be prepared!
Kairuth reminded the other dragons and within a matter of seconds Thread was met. He twisted out of the reverse V formation to avoid hitting the ash and embers of his fellow dragons for a few seconds, he moved back a moment later when the first clump of silver rain headed their way. He unleashed a vicious stream of flame upwards; it danced up in a spiraling blaze of orange and yellow before turning into black ash with fading embers as the very breath was taken from the shimmering chunk. It was beautiful burning like that, but what was left over could hinder another.Don't get cocky,
K'lair commented when he felt a brief smug wave go through his mind and took a second to check his wing and the ones below for any signs of distress. When he looked up he realized that there was a huge clump that was descending in front of them -- it was too massive for just two or three dragons alone to tackle -- but when a few dragonpairs started to flame it from the sides, and the thing felt the heat, it appeared to almost jump away and split into several different directions. Watch out -- between!
The bronze didn't hesitate to vanished into thin air along with a few other dragons to avoid getting spayed with the fanned Thread that made a continuous attempt to escape; when they reappeared a second later it was just above the huge cluster and Kairuth released a downward flame while another dragon below sent an upward blaze to try and rid the sky of it. Excellent Kassyailth,
his thanks to the other dragon was laced with suggestion that both of them should get back into formation. He glided back towards his position among the wing with a careful eye and ready flame in his mouth -- a few stray strains of Thread were dealt with when they got too close to him and he whipped his head back towards his rider for more firestone. When the bronze settled himself back into the correct position he, along with several others, informed the dragons that were near the middle of the reverse V formation and the waiting wings below of the Thread that was trying to sneak through. Hashkeith left -- Movarlath right!
he pushed himself a little forward to help catch part of the huge clump that was trying to do what a previous one did and fan out. No, not this time -- he released a strong flame that caught most of what he was aiming for, but not all of it. Good flames everyone,
he said to both his own wing and the wing below that caught what the wing formation he was in missed.
The wing he was in was doing well considering that some had been sprayed with somewhat large embers and trails of Thread. Injured, but able to continue, and he motioned for one brown to rest as he noticed that a part of the other dragon's wing had been hit pretty bad by a backlash of ash -- it wasn't enough to ground him, but it was enough to be an irritating annoyance during Threadfall and he feared that it could cost the stubborn older dragon his life. Seillioeth; ground now!
he stressed because he didn't want the brown tiring himself out or anyone else dying trying to help the brown. Heads up!
he heard K'lair holler at him; the bronze spread his wings out wide to slow himself for a moment as he sprayed a long and vivid flame to the Thread that had almost appeared out of no where. He closed his eyes for a brief moment against the backlash of the Thread clump turned into an ember coated ash clump that was too close to try and out maneuver -- besides that he didn't want to risk nicking another dragon. A split second later it was gone, but when he opened his swirling orange eyes a few tiny trails flashed across his chest and he hissed against the pain.
A single clump that was about the size of someone's fist hit K'lair's riding goggles. Now between!
he shouted as the Thread started to immediately eat through the material, but it died a mere centimeter or so from reaching his right eye. When they reappeared they managed to dodge a strong rippling wave of flames that was coming from several dragons that were trying to destroy another huge clumping of Thread. We were almost in that,
K'lair commented with a breathless chuckle as he scanned over his own wing and the wings below him for a second or two while Kairuth flamed another small Thread spray that was twisting beside the bronze. We're good... but I need a new pair of goggles,
he whispered as he gestured to his own pair.Bennueth -- Jairekath -- keep your riders watchful of everyone!
he trusted that they knew what to do as he vanished between to get what his rider needed before they would be able to return to the organized chaos of Threadfighting. When he landed on the ground the bronze was quick lean down as some pasty numbweed was smoothed over his chest, and his rider's saddle was restocked with a bag of firestone while the empty one was removed to be restocked, and his rider was given a new pair of goggles and a new glove -- apparently that had caught a bit, as well. No matter -- all that they needed to focus on was getting back into the sky. They needed to be there.