"By the gods…"
"Ohhh fuck me!" Soldiers scream and curse in terror.
The dragon comes into view.
It's scales glistens like polished obsidian, reflecting the sun's light. Wings, broad and strong, beat the air, creating whirlwinds that send banners flapping and soldiers stumbling. The dragon's eyes, two burning embers, fixed upon the army below. It's gaze seems to pierce the very souls of the warriors, filling them with dread.
In the distance the mountain horde retreats in it's totality.
As the dragon descends, it's claws extend, gleaming like razor-sharp scimitars. The air is filled with the stench of smoke and char, and the ground trembles beneath it's feet. The army's formation wavers, men screaming as they scramble to get out of the dragon's path.
The dragon's wings beat once, twice, and then it lands amidst the army, it's claws tearing through armor and flesh with equal ease. Flames dance in it's mouth, and a blast of fire engulf the surrounding soldiers, sending many running for their lives.
"Stand your ground!, stand your fucking ground!" Ser luthor commands.
Some rally behind him, but many run.
"Ser, do we retreat?" Ser Gregor Tarvane asks.
Ser luthor struggles to think, his heart in his throat. It pounds. He looks around atop his horse, the dragon is a wroth of doom.
All around him the armies scatter, formations dissolving into panicked mobs as the monstrosity unleash fury and death.
Scales shimmering like a thousand sunsets deflect rains of arrows, each impact a mere tickle to the hellish beast.
From it's maw erupts a torrent of flames, an inferno that vaporize steel and turns men to ash in the blink of an eye. The air crackles with heat, the ground scorch black as the dragon paints a swathe of destruction across the battlefield.
Soldiers, once brimming with courage, now flee in terror, their screams are swallowed by the dragon's wrathful bellow.
"Commander!" Ser Gregor, now grabbing his shoulder, calls out.
Ser luthor snaps out of his trance
"Wh-what?" He mutters
"Do we retreat?"
A soldier stumbles out of formation, eyeing the closing mass of death that approaches.
"nnn"
"Sir?" Gregor asks.
He looks back. Across the distance, the great royal pavilion that had been raised at the start of the battle for the king and other powerful lords is being dismantled. He knows what must be done so they can retreat.
"NOO!. We do not retreat, we are Vor'rossi!. From the rear our king watches. Steel yourselves" He looks around seeing sigils of minor noble houses of: Gentryk, Arvan, Bwelt and more.
He raises his blade high "Fight not for yourselves, but for home and country, king and crown, family and honour!"
"Bugger that" a lowborn soldier shouts dropping his spear. He turns and run "Fuck the king, I want to live"
Hundreds follow in his footsteps, mostly lowborn.
Ser luthor sighs and turns to the charging beast, blade in hand.
Less than a thousand knights with a few thousand men stand with him.
"Stand firm, strike true, and let the dragon learn fear. Today, we write legend with our blades. For victory—and for the kingdom!".
They charge at it.
Thousands strong, they surge forward, ser luthor rallying them with cries and shouts.
"Fire!,Fire!,Fire!"
They unleash torrents of magic in a desperate attempt to halt the beast. Fire erupts from the dragon's wide jaws, a torrent of searing flames that engulf ranks of soldiers in an instant. The air crackles with raw power as the dragon's roar drowns out the galloping of hooves and the incantations of mage soldiers.
Bolts of magic strikes the beast, but it's scales absorb the attacks like rain on stone.
With a swipe of it's massive claw, the dragon shatters the front lines, sending warriors flying like ragdolls, ser luthor amongst them. His horse dead, right shoulder dislocated, he still grips his blade tight still determined, but…
It bathes them in dragonfire. The army is completely annihilated, only shields, swords and the occasional armour remain on the battle field. The beast unleashes a roar that shakes the very earth. It's dark wings spread open, each almost spanning a hundred feet from tip-to-tip.
It ascends high into the sky disappearing in the clouds.