"Get ready!" Asterion shouted out, holding up his mace as Veledar took the initiative. The red scales of the dragon shifted to a dull grey as he flew low, letting out a wave of rolling flames that began to crumble away the undead ranks and start to form a path for them to follow. She watched as the undead archers tried to loose their arrows up to try and strike revenge for their undead brethren. Arrows crashed into his hardened scales, breaking apart and splintering against his magicly reinforced hide.

She clutched the rifle tightly as they neared the mass of undead, who rose spears and halberds to greet them, trying to close the gap that created wits draconic fury. Asterion was the first to deny them this chance, whirling his weapon around in a circle pattern as white brilliant light followed in his wake and cascaded out around the air. It shimmered for a moment, almost making her shield her eyes before the bull snorted once. Golden flames flung from his movements, flying out towards the undead ranks. Any who stood within the spell's radiance was burned away in a flash of light and smell of incinerated flesh. The rough path that the dragon had started was now a road of grey ash, which the wolves scattered past, kicking up the material in a lingering cloud.

The undead struck, advancing to strike back despite the ashes of their fellows being kicked around by their boney feet. They stabbed with spears, striking crates for cover. Rifles fired almost in unison, lighting up the night as skeletal attackers were pushed back. Swords smacked away pointed spears, deflecting them to held shields with dull smacks. Any undead that were too close to the wheels were run over, getting crushed by the wood with a loud rattling of bones.

When the lead wolf had started to approach the section not cleared by dragon fire or holy flames it was Shandalar's turn to act. The mage hung up her hands, like a dancer ready to start her movements to an unseen melody. She twiddled her fingers as flames danced around her fingertips and swirled around her palms. She flung out her arm, a ball of red flames sailing out towards the undead before them, exploding in a brilliant flash and scattering those caught within it like leaves before a windstorm. Once more before the undead could fill the hole left from the wizard's spell, Veledar swooped down with a mighty roar, arrows breaking against his scales as his flames incinerated more of the undead before them.

Story by  theunscforces
Second full detailed commission for  theunscforces. Thanks to him for another cool and brutal artwork in my gallery!