>>5865540>Have all three attack at once, unrelenting. All three will have an equal chance of being hurt badly, and the chaos will give the eldest little time to react. There is a chance that every last one of you receives severe wounds.>8, 7, 10You charge forward to meet them, lowering your head so that the top of your skull collides with their open jaw. It's not so easy to catch them by surprise, however. Their response is lightning-quick, and the two of you end up with your meagre horns clacking against each other. Despite your training, you're surprised by the amount of force they're mustering up. The size difference is no longer colossal, but you still feel overwhelmed.
Until your siblings come to help, that is.
The younger one takes advantage of their small size and leaps onto their back, beginning to yank and pull on vines. The eldest sibling pulls away from you and begins thrashing, just in time for the last one to charge them and knock them over. All three are back on their feet in an instant, and you feel the anger intensify. Waves of red-hot killing intent wash over you, and you do your best to harden your resolve. It's a fight for your life now.
A vine speeds towards your head, and you fail to knock it away in time. It whips you hard, and you feel it cutting across your closed eyelid. Blood trickles from the wound, and your own whips sail forward to strike. Your youngest sibling tries for the back again, but misses their pounce and lands on the edge of the nest.
Rather than try to pin you, your beloathed sibling goes for the next largest target. They strike your sibling hard, bowling them over, where they sit with their legs flailing in the air. You recognise it as one of Father's moves, allowing him to tear a deer's belly right open and spill its guts. You cry out in alarm as nasty jaws descend on the yellow scales.
Fortunately for the three of you, your eldest hasn't spent enough time sparring. Their experience has revolved around killing prey, and that makes them deadly in their own right. But they've forgotten all about the armored scutes that line the underbelly of Vine Dragons. Their jaws fail to find purchase, and after several unsuccessful bites, they resort to mauling a limb instead. The struggle gives the other two of you time to run forward and pin them down until your sibling can slide free of the assault.
Roaring victoriously, they go for the vines the moment they're released. They successfully draw first blood on the eldest, by tearing vines apart and pulling them straight from their back, in a shower of crimson that appears pitch-black in the darkness of the cave.
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