"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" the roar shattered the peaceful morning on board the Tempest, so loud the crew couldn't tell from where it came before something crashed through the ship splitting her in half, both sides stayed together for a second before drifting apart and sinking below the waves, its crew tryed to abandon the ship but most failed as a wave washed over them followed by a geysar flying to the sky, hanging on for dear life nothing in their experience could prepare them for the waves of color painting everything around them with clearly defined patterns, even the water turned into strange hues when touched by whatever that substance was.
Kyatha choked on swallowed water but couldn't stop laughing as they flew towards the horizon, smashing the ship in a single pass was enough to turn the tide against any marinal enemy, but adding the irremovable colors to every survivng pirate just made her life easier than they ever were before, Allen's 'battle cry' just icing on the cake.
"Head south" she instructed, leading Allen to less contested areas where she could learn how he fought before comitting him to any real battle.
The dragon turned at her command and flew over the sinking ship again before moving on along the shore, Kyatha spotted smoke rising on the edge of their line of sight but it soon grew to a full scale town being bombarded be shipboard siege engines, "we can't fight that" she shouted at her sparkly companion but he didn't veer off course.
"Turn back" she cried again with no reply, "you promised to obey"
"We are not fighting Pirates now so I dont have to listen to you", his words filled het with dread at the coming battle.
"There are too many of them", she cried, "and the town isn't informed of your coming"
"Minions don't need to be informed" he said back, "they obey because they are minions"
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The madness of this monster drove her crazy, she didn't know why she agreed to this deal at all, there was the guild to manage, battles to plan, and she was here riding an insane dragon into battle against a whole blockade.
Counting a dozen ships of the line and two war barges carrying troops surrounded by a whole fleet of smaller craft, the war was progressing much faster than her last reports indicated, the ship they hit wasn't a forward scout but more firepower for the siege, in the blink of an eye Allen was already doing his dive bomb maneuver and she held her breath before they hit one of the barges, drilling a hole through the giant ship but leaving it still mostly intact, the geysar blast split the ship but its crew wasn't on a desperate run for their lives as each half kept floating and they just moved to the other vessels, spells and arrows filled the sky around them, mostly missing and the few hits either slipped harmlessly or shattered on the diamond scale.
One of the giant siege engines was aimed at them and kyatha cried "to your left" which got the opposite effect than what she aimed for as Allen looked left instead of evading in that direction, the huge ball of tar struck Allen on the right flank and stuck there, when he flapped to gain altitude his right wing also stuck to the black goo and they started spiraling down, in desparation Kyatha cast her signature anti magic domain and the sticky stuff slid down the diamond scales leaving stripped areas where the scales were burnt away like an acidic attack.
Allen roared in pain and tried to climb higher when an arrow sunk deep in his exposed flesh, followed by another he folded his wings and dove under the waves as Kyatha fended off spells and more projectiles with gusts of wind and anti magic fields, holding her breath she cast an air bubble confined to her palanquin poles and looked at the watery world outside.
Knowing there was no safety underwater when fighting the pirates Kyatha cast a Message and said "go north", and was answerd by a burst of bubbles gushing from Allen's mouth, "use a message spell" she sent.
"Where is north?" Bloomed in her head.
"Put your right side to the shore" she explained.
"Hurt" he whimpered in her mind but turned to swim with powerful strokes of his tail to the north.
When she judged they were a safe distance away she sent him "go to the beach now", and was answerd by a twist of his body before they crushed out of the water, Allen could barely crawl on the rocky bed, moaning and groaning with every slithering motion.