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Date Posted: 20:42:36 03/02/02 Sat
Author: N'tek and Paulth, K'ith and Quereth, Ginny and Areyeth, D'tir and Kuvoth, T'bel and Quilth, Janeli and Paeth, Hesvitta and Sylventh, W'ren and Datoth
Subject: Just a Massive Threadfighting Post here....

*N'tek grins broadly as Honshu's small, but determined wings take to the air... He himself the head point of the Bronze wing. Paulth flames onces then makes a low note of surprise. N'tek turns in his riding straps and noting the Benden Weyrleader's furious face he gives K'ith a motion of joining... 'There'll be one sharding large lecture in that Weyr tomorrow.' As there should be. Not showing up for Threadfall. Unheard of. 'Heh... WATCH THE THREAD!' Paulth's long neck whips around and broad jaws open as a huge burst of flame is propelled outwards. N'tek cringes slightly in the sulfuric after-scent that comes with the smoke blown into his face. But he swiftly shakes the soot from his head and leans into the Bronze as the Dragon flames another clump... thus ducking the following cloud of smoke.*

*K'ith nods greatfully and pushing aside all thoughts of aggrivation, with himself and with his Weyr, he closes his eyes as the hot air whips past his face... Leaning into his dragons as he had done a great many times before, he is breifly joined with his dragon as they soar upwards, falling into a position behind N'teks other bronze riders. 'To your left Quer!' The huge bronze head jerks left and flames, sending burnt chars slowly drifting to the ground.*

*Ginny's eyes flash with silent anger as she watches Benden's weyrleader take his place behind the wing of another Weyr... WHERE WERE THE RIDERS? Ginny, in front of you! The red-head grimaces and swiftly aiming the flamethrower pulls the trigger, sending a jet of red-hot flame spewing forward. 'Thanks Arey...' What would you do without me. Ginny merely chuckles, grinning with malice as she repositions the bulky flame-thrower to flame some of the Thread to her right.*

*Kuvoth flames once as Brown and Rider take to the sky. Circling easily on a wing tip, the pair easily flame any of the Thread that may fall through the effecient wings above. Protectively covering the area that the Igen Weyrlings would have travel through to carry firestone to the riders above.*

*Flying swiftly behind T'ren, T'bel and Quilth jerk left and right, flaming madly at any of the Menace that they can. They work silently however, neither perticularly enjoying the work... But it was their duty.*

*Janeli and Paeth fly about at insane rates, flaming at any clump of Thread they were able to catch within their sights. The blue's eyes whirl with glee and he pops between to get to a clump far away... But they return from the blackness directly within the clump. Both scream with pain and rage at the same time, and Janeli has only just enough sense to go back into between to kill it. Paeth having only enough sense to get them back out... They emerge back within their wing, both bloody and in pain. Janeli grimaces 'That wasn't... supposed... to happen.' I hurt. and Janeli, hurt more by her dragon's pain then her own, directs the blue back to the ground where numbweed awaited... Once landed she helps herself to the medicine, but does not use it on her own body. She douses Paeth in the stuff, barely noticing the blood dripping from her back and shoulders.*

*The young QueenRider looks somewhat dazed but continues to dutifully flame with the FlameThrower at whatever she can. Sylventh does her best to swever and dodge, her large Golden bulk being amazingly agile.*

*W'ren and Datoth, for the first time in their young lives, go against orders. Watching the blue and green dragons fall they immediately rush over as fast as their five good legs could carry them, grabbing large amounts of numbweed and water along the way. Pausing first at the closer Janeli and Paeth they grin slightly as she grabs the numbweed and takes care of her dragon herself... W'ren does however, limp over to her and dump a bucket of numbweed on Janeli's back. The rider, in her urgency to heal her dragon, would most likely forget about her own wound. Then, hobbling back to Datoth, the boy pulls himself up upon the Brown... bareback. They dash over to T'yin and Viouth, and W'ren, remembering the bits of his information that his healer sister had taught him as he moves, first attempts to calm the Green. Datoth assists him in this, crooning gently to the obviously worried green, also praising her for her good job in getting her rider down. W'ren peers at the slumped figure a moment, "We've got to get him out of those straps... Viouth, please stay calm, we wont hurt him, we just want to help, Datoth... slash the straps, and catch him as he falls?" *Slowly, but with purpose, the Brown dragon rears upon his hind leg and with two deft swipes has cut T'yin loose, without harming the green. He then catches him securely within gently forearms, and lowers him softly to the ground, W'ren limping in to first wash his hands and second rinse out the wounds and kill any of the Thread that, by some rare chance, might not have been killed between. Also, the water helps to clean the wounds... Before W'ren rubs massive amounts of numbweed onto them. Datoth, picking up a bucket of numbweed within his jaws, cringes slightly at the smell of the stuff but does his best to dump the buckets contents upon the wounds of the green. Together... they attempt to help their Weyrlingmaster.*

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