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"But who are these freaks?!" barked Hunter as one of his arrows headshot one of said freaks.
It had been not too long since the defeat of the Sorceress and the rescue of the dragonlings.
Now that they were all hatched, the Dragon Worlds were preparing a huge party to celebrate this, and the "reopening" of the Forgotten Worlds. And Avalar was invited as well.
As such, Spyro and the friends he made there were helping the preparations. They were checking on one of the Peacekeepers' bars...
And then the freaks - actually robots - appeared out of thin air in a flash of light and ruined the day, screaming death towards the purple dragon.
"No idea, Hunter, but I bet they're regretting messing with us now!" smirked Spyro as he mauled another metal thug with his horns.
Actually, the battle started badly. Between the effect of surprise, the numerical inferiority, the sort of forcefield the attackers deployed, preventing any help to come, and their invulnerability to Spyro's fire, things were grim ar first.
But once our friends managed to get their bearings and fight efficiently, the tide of the battle turned, and the majority of the robots quickly fell.
Suddenly, another flash of light materialized.
The heroes froze, dreading enemy backup.
A dread that left place to surprise when a dragon appeared from it.
An adult dragon, wearing equipment like aviator goggles, a short neckwear and a pouch belt.
Our heroes' surprise turned into questions as they saw that the remaining robots were visibly horrified.
"Okay, junkheads, that was a nice try," snarked the mystery dragon. "But it looks like your genius plan didn't account for the possibility that even my past self would be too much for you."
Questions then turned to flabbergastment.
The meaning in his words couldn't be possible.
But the purple color, the yellow horns, crest and wings, the attitude in his knuckle cracking, the snark in the voice, smirk and look he gave the killer machines, all this left absolutely no doubt at all...
Art by
caseyljones
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/32759448/
Spyro © Insomniac
"But who are these freaks?!" barked Hunter as one of his arrows headshot one of said freaks.
It had been not too long since the defeat of the Sorceress and the rescue of the dragonlings.
Now that they were all hatched, the Dragon Worlds were preparing a huge party to celebrate this, and the "reopening" of the Forgotten Worlds. And Avalar was invited as well.
As such, Spyro and the friends he made there were helping the preparations. They were checking on one of the Peacekeepers' bars...
And then the freaks - actually robots - appeared out of thin air in a flash of light and ruined the day, screaming death towards the purple dragon.
"No idea, Hunter, but I bet they're regretting messing with us now!" smirked Spyro as he mauled another metal thug with his horns.
Actually, the battle started badly. Between the effect of surprise, the numerical inferiority, the sort of forcefield the attackers deployed, preventing any help to come, and their invulnerability to Spyro's fire, things were grim ar first.
But once our friends managed to get their bearings and fight efficiently, the tide of the battle turned, and the majority of the robots quickly fell.
Suddenly, another flash of light materialized.
The heroes froze, dreading enemy backup.
A dread that left place to surprise when a dragon appeared from it.
An adult dragon, wearing equipment like aviator goggles, a short neckwear and a pouch belt.
Our heroes' surprise turned into questions as they saw that the remaining robots were visibly horrified.
"Okay, junkheads, that was a nice try," snarked the mystery dragon. "But it looks like your genius plan didn't account for the possibility that even my past self would be too much for you."
Questions then turned to flabbergastment.
The meaning in his words couldn't be possible.
But the purple color, the yellow horns, crest and wings, the attitude in his knuckle cracking, the snark in the voice, smirk and look he gave the killer machines, all this left absolutely no doubt at all...
Art by
caseyljonesOriginal here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/32759448/
Spyro © Insomniac
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 2031 x 1814px
File Size 3.3 MB
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