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*Story description: Makaidos is pleasantly surprised when one of the champion's drakes reveal the opportunity he had been waiting for: A one on one fight with Endrythel, the same dragon that tortured his companions, mauled his scales, and almost killed Rayik in the process. Angered and determined, Makaidos trains hard in hope of extracting revenge on his tormentor. Will he manage to defeat Endrythel? Read and find out... *

***WARNING: There are heavy themes present in this story, such as violence, blood, and castration. Read at your own risk!***

Dawn greeted them huddled into each other. After a quick morning stretch, they flew back to the cave. None of them expected the two sisters to wait on the ledge, least greet them with the warm touch of their tongues. Their touch felt so good, Makaidos grew hard within moments. The females and Rayik especially loved to taunt him about that. They walked inside the cave, touching, prodding, or licking the dragon's unfortunate erection. Makaidos never walked so strangely in his life. His legs spread awkwardly on each side to avoid bumping into them with that huge, raging erection. Every touch felt uncomfortable unless a tongue was involved.

Vira offered herself, tail raised, hole ready for piercing. Makaidos quickly straddled her while his two companions watched. They encouraged and teased him with methods of penetration and techniques. Makaidos lowered on top of her, then applied four fond licks along her neck, leaving her thoroughly aroused and confused. Rayik thought he was openly stupid. The sisters too tended to agree with him until Makaidos revealed his greatest fantasy. He told them how hard he got when he thought of the champion, and how eager he was to fill a female just in the same, overflowing way. Only Rayik understood his raging desire. He comforted the male with nuzzles and rubs while the sisters groomed and cuddled. The subject of mating made them weary and stiff, especially where the champion was involved.

Makaidos apologized for that. He promised an end to the pain and the suffering, reminding everyone of the deal. The prospect of freedom brightened up the spirits, and soon the four cuddled into a pile of hissing growls and squawking cheerfulness. Worries were cast away. The past became a distant memory. For a few blissful moments, Makaidos immersed himself inside an ocean of happiness. Filling a female might have been his greatest fantasy, yet moments like these were truly worth fighting for.

And he was more than ready to tackle anything that got in his path, not only for himself, but for the three companions that truly cared for him.

Sunset fell when the sound of beating wings announced the arrival of a dragon. Makaidos rushed through the entrance tunnel, followed by each of his companions. He went out onto the windy plateau to find the sandy scaled dragon that was responsible for beating the life out of his balls as part of the champion's deal.

"Darinor," Makaidos dipped his head and perked his wings in respect.

"Dark-scales," the dragon repeated the gesture, using one of the common names. "I came to bring word from my lord, HighClaw Orgrathar."

"Only words? No torture, like the last time?" Rayik intervened with a clack of his beak.

Makaidos extended a wing and pushed him back, hissing. "I now have a reason to call him something other than champion," Makaidos approached the guard. "Tell us what wind brought you here."

Darinor's wings fluttered. He brought his tail around his body, rubbing the tip along a foreleg. "Information regarding the deal, of course. We will have to fly somewhere else. The arrangements we have with the Spire do not extend to the kind of favor Orgrathar agreed upon with you."

"What he did was no favor," one of the sisters growled out.

"He forced himself upon us, then spilled our male's blood and called that a bargain," the other joined in.

"Nevertheless, a deal was made, and my lord is willing to fulfill his agreement," the sand-scaled dragon said.

"We will too," Makaidos placed himself in front of his group, shielding them with his broad, flaring wings. "I apologize for the eagerness of my companions. We appreciate the HighClaw's offer as much as his patience. If there is nothing more you wish to say, we should be on our way."

"Agreed," Darinor extended his wings, eyeing Makaidos expectantly. "I would prefer if all four of you join me."

Makaidos turned his head around and lowered his voice to a hushed whisper."Do not speak unless it is sorely needed. A single, fickle word can destroy everything we worked towards. Is it worth to ruin that over petty feelings or a past that is no longer relevant? Think about it while we fly."

"Wise words," Darinor said. "Follow me."

They all took wing, flying side by side. Darinor led them over the mountain barrier, into the heart of the high wilderness. He touched ground amidst the Elder Trees, a species that could grow as big as a small mountain.

"We should be safe here," he tucked his wings and settled on the ground. "Please," he lifted his wings, then lowered them at his sides. "I would appreciate if all of you join me. It makes the discussion more amiable."

One by one the dragons and the gryphon settled on their bellies. Makaidos stood face to face with Darinor while the others spread around him. Once he wrapped his tail around his bulk and scratched an itch bothering the back of his wing, he finally spoke.

"We made the preparations needed for your escape. It took a bit of effort and persuasion on my lord's side, but everything is in place. All we need now is a good distraction for the plan to work."

"What kind of distraction?" Makaidos asked, sensing there was more to this bargain than Darinor let out.

"What do you think would be the biggest of them all?"

"The arena," Makaidos answered without hesitation. "It hosts thousands of dragons, and enough SkyTalons to prevent conflicts."

"Precisely," Darinor said with a nod of his head. "The fewer SkyTalons remain in the sky, the quicker we can move our fliers into position."

"Who are these fliers you speak of?" Rayik asked.

"It should be of no concern to you," Darinor crossed his fore paws and looked over the rest of the group, gauging their reaction. The two sisters seemed undecided, while Rayik tilted his head this way and that.

"Very well," Makaidos growled before Rayik could squawk another reply. "What would you have us do?"

"Challenge the master, of course. Every dragon, from the oldest veteran to the youngest of whelps will be there to see the BlackTalon himself take upon the grounds of the arena."

"Endrythel?" Makaidos hissed with urgency. "You want us to challenge him?"

"In Draka'Rakharyi, the ancient contest of skill."

"No," the females growled. "Do not agree to this one sided bargain. They will have you killed!"

Darinor disagreed with a growl loud enough to stifle every grunt, hiss, or squawk. "Draka'Rakharyi is not a contest of blood, and the participants are never alone. Each combatant is allowed to bring his companions to the fight."

"So we'll just pile on him?" Rayik asked. "Four against one?"

"Not exactly," Darinor straightened his neck. "The fight will begin as one versus another. Whoever makes his opponent roar out his pain first gets additional aid from one of his companions."

"That's insanity," Rayik rose with a flap of his wings. "Would you have Makaidos forfeit his life?"

"That black monster will tear his scales before our very eyes!"

"We will not allow him to murder Makaidos! This is worse than treachery."

"It is cowardice, and lies woven to fit your needs!"

Makaidos slammed his tail down and roared so loud his throat started to sting. "I accept your offer, Darinor. I'll take upon the grounds of the arena and face Endrythel in Draka'Rakharyi."

"What?"

"You can't-"

He turned around and snarled at the shocked sisters. "I can, and I will. Now please keep your maws shut. I have a plan."

"A most reassuring thought, if I may add," Darinor got onto his fours and nuzzled into Makaidos' neck. "I believe this concludes our arrangement."

"It does," he took in the dragon's scent before pulling back. "Thank you for this opportunity, and be sure to spread our gratitude to the HighClaw."

"I will. Fight valiantly."

"Fly well."

Darinor flared his wings. "Expect me again in a few days. I will bring word on when the challenge takes place. A gathering of that size will give you a fair amount of time to train and plot Endrythel's downfall."

"Gratitude," Makaidos growled out to the departing drake, then turned around to his companions. They all preened or groomed themselves, not trusting their own mouths to remain silent on their own accord.

"Your concerns were justified. Endrythel is a menace and a killer, but I know how he fights. I trained under him. Studied his moves. Gauged his weaknesses. He fights more like a beast than a proper dragon."

"And how will that help you? Or help us?" Rayik asked. "What happens if you roar out first and more of his BloodTalons fortify his position?"

"That will not happen," Makaidos gritted his teeth.

"Why?" one of the sisters asked

"How can you be so sure?"the other added.

"Because I will train," Makaidos crouched before them. "And all of you are going to help me."

Rayik fluttered his wings and squawked. "This madness suddenly seems possible. What would you have us do, dragon?"

Makaidos adjusted himself on the soft ground. Twigs cracked under his bulk, and pine needles tickled his scales. He dug his claws into the soil, then looked ahead, from one companion to the other. "Endrythel is a quick, ruthless fighter obsessed with turning an enemy's weakness against them. You saw how much pleasure he extracted from harming our most sensitive of places."

He got shrugs, whimpers and even scared growls in response.

"Worry not. I will not allow him to harm any of you."

"How can you be so sure?" Sira pushed her head under her sister's wing. "You still retained your courage after he...after..."

"After he punished you," Vira added. "We are not the same, Makaidos. That pain broke us. I spent days asking myself if I can ever breed again after what that beast did to us."

"Pain only breaks you if you allow it. I intend to conquer it," Makaidos said. "Endrythel will strike at the three areas a male holds in the greatest of regards: his slit, his balls, and his tailhole. With your help, I will fortify them, and make sure even the stingiest of lashes cannot get a growl out of my throat."

The two females looked at him like he swapped genders.

"So you want us to break you?" Rayik said. "Take advantage of your weaknesses, like I did in the past?"

Makaidos bowed his head in the gryphon's direction, causing Rayik to jump up with a screech.

"I'll take your balls!"

Sira snarled at him. "How can you agree to this madness?"

The gryphon just squawked in her face, wings flared proudly over his flared crest. "He wants it. You heard how well he knows Endrythel. If this is Makaidos' plan, who am I to disagree with him?"

"Rayik is right. Do not hold back. Every time you shy away from it, the pain only becomes harsher. Mate with it instead. Squeeze it hard, and take its essence, like you would for a precious mate."

They all looked at him with wide eyes and drooping jaws.

Rayik's beak hung open for a bit. Then, he shook his head. "That is the weirdest things I had the displeasure of hearing. Can you please roar and wash away that nonsense from my head?"

Makaidos growled with amusement. "I would, but then you would be inefficient. I plead for your help, Rayik. And yours too, Sira and Vira," he rubbed their necks in turns. "I accept this pain willingly, because I know I will break it, just as I will break Endrythel."

"Perhaps you're right."

"Tell us what needs to be done, but do not expect us to enjoy this...whatever it is you want to do."

Makaidos started as soon as they were ready. Rayik applied thundering blows to his balls, while the females took his two oversensitive holes. Makaidos had serious troubles reigning in the pain at the start. Having a tail coiled around his half aroused cock and another deep inside his tailhole burned him from two places at once. To make matters worse, Rayik still smashed his scaled talons into his balls, adding a new layer of agonizing pain.

Still, Makaidos persevered. He took minimal breaks in between and resumed training as soon as his companions recovered from his terrible cries. They hated the training as much as they hated Makaidos for demanding them to do it, yet it was a necessary evil to defeat Endrythel. The fear of pain kept them focused, and Makaidos knew exactly how to use it to his advantage.

After five days and nights, Darinor returned as he promised. He led the group back to their cave for a night of rest and relaxation. In the morning, Makaidos found himself upon the grounds of the arena. Thousands of drakes littered the alcoves and perked on the pillars settled around. They crammed into each other to watch one of the greatest fights they ever laid eyes upon.

Makaidos felt a certain sense of pride stirring inside his shivering flesh. He was still very much afraid, yet fear was a resource he could use. It gave him strength, made him bold, and allowed his paws to take him closer to the black menace awaiting in the middle of the arena.

"Endrythel," Makaidos snarled.

The black dragon threw him an impassive glance before he resumed licking the tip of his tapered tail. "It would have been wise to remain in your nest, soot-scales."

"And miss the opportunity to punish you?" Makaidos added with a spiteful growl that finally caught the black dragon's attention.

His amber eyes squinted, and his lips trembled with irritation. "You are misguided, to think you can defeat me. I have my best SkyTalons waiting on top of the spires, ready to descend at the sound of your pathetic screams."

"And I have my friends," Makaidos flared his wings. "Those you mangled and tortured in front of the whole arena."

"Are they here?" Endrythel chuckled with amusement. "Oh, I thought they too remained cuddled inside the mountain. Very brave of them to assist you, soot-scales. Gives me the opportunity to forever steal away their fertility, and make sure wretches like you never spread your filth."

Makaidos was just about to leap upon this bastard. "Enough with the petty threats. I will make you suffer for everything you've done!"

"You can try," Endrythel lowered himself in a predatory stance.

Makaidos imitated his pose, wings firmly tucked at the sides, claws flared, tail straightened behind for extra balance. A dragon flew down just when they were ready. It was the white one that sentenced Makaidos inside the Chamber of Justice. He looked at them both with a passive glance, then started repeating the rules of a supposedly sacred ritual. No maiming wounds were allowed, though blood was allowed to be spilled as each dragon pleased. Killing was the only restriction. And like Darinor said, every time the opponent roared, the victor was allowed to summon an ally to his side, furthering increasing the odds for the most skilled of dragons.

When the white dragon flew away, Endrythel finally struck. He leaped above Makaidos, flapping his mighty wings. The dust forced him to shut his eyes for a second. That was exactly what Endrythel expected. He fell on his side, them swung his tail upwards, connecting the thick middle to Makaidos' exposed balls. The blow made him stiffen and shake, yet no growl left his throat. Those balls endured day and night of continuous abuse, and a gryphon was slightly more persistent than a dragon. With the rage he harbored inside for Rayik's punishment, Makaidos lashed out at Endrythel. The black dragon was completely taken aback by the fast recovery. He stumbled on his fours, too late to avoid a searing swipe along his flank. Makaidos' claws sheared through the scales, drawing lines of blood from the onyx hide.

"You will pay," Endrythel snarled.

"Make me," Makaidos taunted with a fierce growl.

He whirled in a storm of wings and dust. Makaidos didn't fall for the same trick twice. He half-lidded his eyes and pounced Endrythel where he stood.

He was ready. Clawed fingers gripped his shoulders. Makaidos snapped and bit around the dragon's throat, yet his paws firmly held him in place. Endrythel's tail slammed his balls once more, then pierced his tailhole with a brutal strike.

Makaidos hissed, though nowhere as loud as he did when the sisters filled the same hole. Their tails were not only dry, but littered with pine needles and other debris that made penetration even harsher. If Makaidos could endure days of chaffing penetration, he could withstand Endrythel's wriggling tail.

The black dragon's eyes widened when strong muscles clamped around him. He tried shoving his tail out, yet no matter how hard he tried, Makaidos held him in place.

With a savage snarl, he launched himself forward. Makaidos avoided his snapping teeth by a claw's length, then clamped his own jaws around the black dragon's exposed neck. Endrythel growled in pain and kicked all of his legs. The slamming force sent Makaidos on his side. Endrythel recovered his tail with a sharp shove, then slapped it to the side, aiming for Makaidos' slit. He took the hit head-on, then used the fiery pain to augment his own slashing strike. His half-finned tail smashed into Endrythel's sack like a searing whip. The balls quaked and trembled, drawing inwards as Endrythel's throat erupted with a shrilling roar.

"Rayik!" Makaidos called out.

The gryphon swooped at his side. Makaidos got on his fours, as did Endrythel. His eyes churned with spite, throat rumbling with a seething growl.

"He became careless," Makaidos leaned towards the gryphon's twitching ears. "When I distract him, go for his balls. Squeeze and smash them like you never did before."

"It will be my pleasure," Rayik clacked his beak with keen eagerness.

The two dragons clashed once more, clawing and biting at each other. Makaidos used his blinding wings to steal Endrythel's gift of sight. As expected, he latched around his neck, squeezing the breath out of his throat in a prison of sharp, jagged teeth.

Makaidos endured the raging pain for two heartbeats before the clutch receded. Endrythel whipped his head around, snapping and flailing at the sneaky gryphon that got under him. Rayik nimbly avoided the strikes thanks to his lithe, agile build. He stomped a forepaw into the ground, then brought it up, choking the breath out of Endrythel. Then, he grabbed the sack, and squeezed so hard blood dripped between his blackened claws.

Endrythel roared out in agony as he fell on his side. The flurry of kicks sent Rayik back, yet the damage was already done. The black dragon's sack looked crumpled and broken, drooping much too low to the ground.

"Vira!" Makaidos roared. "Stuff his tailhole until it bursts."

Endrythel blinked unruly tears from his eyes. He forced himself to stand up, but Makaidos knew this fight was over. With two companions at his side, it was impossible for Endrythel to ever rebalance the odds. He stumbled as he walked, dazed by the waves of spasming pain. He was forced on the ground before he knew it by fangs and claws alike. Vira stomped onto his tail, securing the prey for her penetration. She was ruthless. Her tail pulled back much farther than it ever did, only to slam straight into the male's exposed pucker.

Endrythel's throat completely exploded with the loudest yowl Makaidos had the pleasure of hearing. He closed his eyes, delighting in the savage screams. They had a pleasant pitch to them, a soothing touch he craved to feel during the years of abuse he spent at this dragon's claws. Endrythel liked dominating friends and enemies alike. Be it through the sting of a word or a whip of his tail, he brought them all to the ground.

Now, he was the one roaring, pleading for all the pain to stop. Vira showed him no mercy. She twisted and pushed her tail inside him, stretching the abused tunnel far more than a dragon's muscles allowed.

"It's enough," Makaidos said. "Let your sister claim her revenge as well."

Vira pulled her tail out. Splotches of blood marred her scales. She wiped the dripping fluid on the ground, then nuzzled her approaching sister. Sira looked upon the broken dragon, pacing around with a satisfying hum.

"You don't deserve my touch," she snarled, fixing her eyes on his drooping balls. "But this time I am going to make an exception."

With a whirling strike, Sira slammed her furious tip straight between the spheres, forcing them apart. The blow took the breath out of the black dragon's throat. He thrashed and wailed, wetting the ground with tears. Another stream burst from his slit, watery and clear. Makaidos and his companions roared with laughter. Endrythel, the nightmare they all feared, was wetting himself before their very eyes.

Makaidos grabbed his trembling snout between his jaws. "See how fierce you are now, commander? You cry and foul yourself like a whelp in front of the filth you tortured and bled."

Endrythel didn't have the strength to speak. He dropped as soon as Makaidos released him, battered and exhausted. A shivering wing slid along his neck, aiming to shield his pathetic whimpers. Makaidos pushed it away to expose the black menace for what he truly was: a moaning, helpless whelp.

"We should spill his blood," Rayik said as he climbed over the dragon's shivering body. "Abuse him just as he abused us."

"He is already broken. Look at him," Makaidos said. "Do you really want to have his blood on your claws?"

"Gladly," Rayik grinded his beak with righteous vengeance. "There is no vengeance more worthy than retribution. He should know the pain he inflicted upon us. See how he likes it."

"I agree with him," Sira said. "He broke us, we break him. It is not revenge, but a punishment."

"One that he deserves for every atrocity he committed," Vira joined in.

"The sentence has been spoken. You will be punished," Makaidos placed a foot down on Endrythel's neck. He wheezed and choked. A paw gripped Makaidos' leg, too weak to even grip around it.

"We'll hold him," the females spoke. "That should restrain him while you two obliterate his right to breed."

"I thought you wanted this," Rayik hopped down.

"We do, yet it takes a male's knowledge to work against a male's innermost organs."

"Fair bargain," Makaidos licked his muzzle with perverse eagerness. "What should we start with, Rayik?"

"His cock," the gryphon trailed his claws along the hard ridge traveling between the dragon's legs. They shivered uncontrollably, too weak to even remain still. "I know exactly what to do to the likes of him."

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Makaidos bowed his head in acknowledgement. As soon as he did that, Rayik plunged a clawed fore paw straight through the defenseless walls of Endrythel's slit. He raked the flesh until it bled, then plucked the limp cock out of the shivering sanctuary. He fit it firmly inside his grip, approaching the flare decorating the tip. It looked healthy enough, with soft barbs to stimulate the females.

Rayik clacked his beak at the sight. He slit tip of a claw and trailed it around the head. Once it found the small hole in the middle, it slithered inside, awakening a terrible roar from the depths of the black dragon's chest.

Sira and Vira held Endrythel in place as he thrashed and moaned. Rayik pressed his claw harder and harder, until the tip disappeared inside the soft flesh. Rayik pushed his paw and flexed until the sharp tip pierced through the wall of softened muscle. He ignored Endrythel's roars as he slid down, cutting right through the flesh. Makaidos snarled with perverse excitement. He delighted in the roars and the savage pain rushing through Endrythel's broken form. Copious amounts of blood spurted from his broken cock, flooding Rayik's claw in the process.

"Does it hurt, whelp?" Rayik pushed harder.

"Hurts! Grawr, it burns!" Endrythel choked on his words.

"Then tell me to stop," Rayik pressed. "Beg me to cut your cock off and relieve you of the pain."

Endrythel vehemently snapped his jaws. He wasn't going to beg. No sane male would shame himself like that.

And Rayik knew it. With a harsh screech, the gryphon continued his treatment. He grabbed the broken cock harshly between his fingers and twisted his claw, cutting it from the other side. The flesh gave way so easily before his claws. Soon, he split the flesh in four, causing each chunk to droop to the side and spurt its crimson essence.

Makaidos curled his tail around himself. He never saw such raw sight before. Endrythel's cock opened like a blooming flower for a gryphon whose only color was red. Rayik worked his claws on each side, splitting his cock in six, then eight different slices at the same time.

Endrythel yowled, then choked when Rayik plunged his wicked claw straight through the middle, where he unleashed a fountain of blood.

"Graaaarh! Cut it off, cut it off, cut it off!" Endrythel kicked and thrashed.

Rayik slammed his beak shut, then squeezed harder than ever around the dragon's bleeding cock. The rest of his claws cut through the flesh hard enough to severe it. Rayik tugged, harder and harder until the organ ruptured from its slit. It came off with a sickening, ripping sound, leaving a spurting stump behind. Endrythel's slit overflowed with warm blood.

Makaidos placed a paw on it to slow down the bleeding. "Go for his balls. Rip them, but before that, make him beg for relief."

Rayik tenderized the sack with five rupturing blows before he worked his claw around it. He cut through the skin in a small crescent just enough to avoid harming the spheres. Then, he picked it between the tips of two claws, and pulled gently, exposing the pink, vein beribboned balls hiding underneath. The process was excruciating. Each tug forced the skin to pull back, exposing flesh and veins that were not meant to see.

And Rayik loved that. He peeled off the skin right off the balls, exposing the spheres for what they were. Two ugly, purple splotched nuggets covered in webbing veins of many different colors. The gryphon lubricated his paw with blood, dashed it through the sand, then grabbed Endrythel's exposed balls to rub all that sand into them. An earsplitting, agonizing growl erupted from Endrythel's throat. His screams became desperate and dry like the sand sinking into his virgin flesh. Wet, sickly sounds escaped between the rubs. Makaidos looked away, as did the females. There was so much he could take, and seeing a dragon's balls dribble with strange ooze was more than disgusting.

"Rip them. Slash them away. Please, cut them off! Make the pain stop! Just make it stop!"

Rayik looked at Makaidos for approval. The dragon bowed his head and stopped Rayik before he slashed Endrythel's future. Gross or not, he wanted to defeat his weakness, so he took the gryphon's paw away and took a close look at the exposed balls. The pink spheres looked so pathetic and weak, surrounded by thousands of small blood vessels. Rayik tugged too hard, causing the skin to rupture. A ball rolled to the side, held only by a thin, meaty cordon.

"Cut them off. Please, cut them off!"

"Do as he says," Makaidos drew back.

Rayik sheared the pouch from its base. With a sharp pull, he took off the dragon's balls and threw them onto the dry ground, where they bled and withered in the sun. With a foot, he stomped them down, flattening the spheres with a sharp squelch.

"We're done."

"Not yet," Makaidos climbed above his prey. "I still have a parting gift for my old mentor."

He plunged his tail hard into that bleeding, squeezing tailhole. Endrythel had no more fight inside him. The pathetic spasms allowed Makaidos to slide all the way to his prostate, where he wriggled and rubbed his tip as he pleased. Even with all the pain flowing through the dragon's body, the oversensitive organ could not ignore such direct stimulation. Endrythel's body quaked with unruly spasms, and soon enough cloudy spurts broke through the crimson sludge coating his slit.

"Is he spilling?"

"How can he still... after all that mauling?!"

"Cum shamefully, you vile, torturing, self righteous bastard!" Makaidos roared as he pumped his tail in and out of Endrythel's battered tailhole. Even when his roars died down, Makaidos kept raking his prostate until he felt hot blood slither around his tail. Only then he pulled out, swiping the dripping blood off his tip.

"I think he's dead," Rayik said. He pushed the dragon's head to make sure. Endrythel didn't even twitch.

"As dead as he left you," Makaidos nuzzled his gryphon companion. He roared out to the skies, summoning the white dragon along with several other armored SkyTalons. None said a word about Endrythel's broken form. The victor of Draka'Rakharyi could extract any punishment he saw fit as long as their opponent didn't spend their last breath.

Just when the host of dragons was ready to depart, a flock of gryphons filled the skies. They swooped upon the arena, screeching and squawking.

"I believe that's our escape," Makaidos crouched as gryphons landed all around him.

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