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Spiraling up out of the reach of the assaulting horses, the Queen uses her wings to nimbly evade the first few attempts on her life. She peppers the bumbling paint who tries to bite her with pellets of ice for all the useless snaps of his jaws, and she does the same to Toulouse, when his nimble leap strives to strike her from the sky. Deftly outmaneuvering them, the Queen feels she is faced with no real challenge until the flaming, stone dragon wheels towards her.
Ants, however, are warriors. The sight of loathed fire rouses her anger, the ivory trimmed wings upon her back beginning to hum viciously, their rate of beating accelerated. Shimmering down from her wings, a delicate, dainty snowfall begins, like powdered snow gusted on a breeze, and the snowy whir of her chilly appendages ghosts the warm, spring air with misty curls, radiating from her magical body. Drawing on her well of strength, the Queen is suddenly shrouded in a thick layer of protective ice plating, and flying with high speed towards Volterra’s stony creation.
They crash together with a resounding boom, the magical ant using her third, and final magic at the last second. Thousands upon thousands of narrow, icy needles explode from her body, burrowing through the cracks in the super heated stone dragon’s body, and with a smoldering blast of ruptured rock, ember, and ash, the golem is destroyed.
The victory over her flaming enemy, and the salvation of her children, does not come without a cost, however.
Floating behind the quick descent of the heavy golem fragments is the Queen, her energy all but spent, and the swift hum of her pretty wings stilled. With a thud, the aquamarine ant falls to the earth, scrambling to make her way to the entrance of her tunnels. Her wounds, however, prove too much, and within a few, creeping steps, she ceases to move at all, and flops limply down onto the ground.
Rising from her body, a shimmering, chill aura begins to glow and ripple of its own accord. Hovering for a few moments above the body of the felled Queen, the magic of the ant hill flutters, as if looking around at the horses gathered, before shooting, quite rapidly, towards Yael, where it seeks to imbed itself into her body.
Perhaps with the power it could give her, no more fine monarchs would have to die in order to appease greedy spiders.
Marching solemnly from the newly torn opening into their tunnels, a single file line of ants morosely collect the body of their leader, and carry her, for the last time, into their dark home.
[ The Queen valiantly defeats the dragon golem, before succumbing to her wounds and weariness. A small number of ants appear to carry her body home, and the spiders are otherwise still no where to be seen.
Yael wins the drop! Congratulations!
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[DROP] The Greedy and the Needy [EARTH MAGIC DROP]
