The Elven Prince tugged lightly at the reins of the dragon, and immediately his dragon mount reacted by banking to the right. Sweeping across the skies, the Prince could see the battle unfold below him...
The Elven battle line was already thinned and threatened to fracture, but the warriors that remained fought resolutely against the chaos warp spawn. The Prince was contemplating where he should strike next when he heard a high pitched shriek of pain... instinctively, he twisted in his harness, only to see Prince Ithillien's dragon mount streaking away from a whole host of ugly daemonic beings...
Resolutely, he spurred his dragon into a diving charge....
The Plaguebearers were numerous and tough, and they smelled bad. And despite lashing out with his halberd and his dragon's heavy claw attacks, the Tallymen of Nurgle refused to budge...
...looks like its going to be a long day, he thought.
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