Quake first tested the wind direction. There wasn't any. Then she calculated the distance, depth, and proper distance as she took aim to the nearest tower and fired.

"Shields up!" Alyson pointed to Serna.

Kana helped Serna position herself so that everyone could keep behind the shield.

"Thanks, Mistress Kana, I'll take it from here," The Shield Maiden nodded firmly before she braced herself and activated her Weapon of Power. The shield she created was a dome which covered the parapet.

****KA-BOOOM!!!!****

The shot hit the adjacent building just as the chronicler predicted. Falling down towards the party coming to a smashing halt and settling between two smaller lookout towers just below them. The heavy chunks fell to the street level crushing any undead soldiers.

"Lets go people! Move! Move! Move!" Quake barked orders to the rest after the dust settled but not before the very tower they stood on began to rumble. "Aw! Crap! Horn-Head is a coming!"

Right on cue, The Dark Lord began to make his way towards The Adventurers. Flanked by the undead, Venger had nothing but bad intentions as he advanced forward.

Serna began to wave the others across, "Get going everybody, I'll cover our backs while we leave. GO! GO! GO!"

Neven began to scurry down the half-fallen tower followed by War Scribe and Willow Bark.

"Forgive me Irzen," Lysana said right before she swung him over her shoulders in a fireman's hold and quickly followed others over the tower.

"There's nothing to forgive, Lysana," The Swordsman took in the long view down from his vantage point, "As long as you don't drop me, I'm good to go!"

"Everyone, go," Roberts said. "Give me a rifle." He took careful aim with the rifle offered him by his men. He took a deep breath, let it half out slowly, then gently squeezed the trigger. Another well placed round racked directly to Venger's helmet, rattling him severely, and causing him to lose his balance yet again, falling backwards into his troops in a bowling like effect. Roberts immediately set about reloading, awaiting Venger's almost certain return to the realm of the upright.

Alyson shrieked at the pirate who was in point range of the gunpowder blast. The smoke was thick and nearly choked out the elementalist, "Are you trying to get us killed?!"

"EEEEENNNOOUUGGHHHH!!!" The Dark Lord roared in a voice loud enough for the entire Black City to hear. One of the lower walls of the prison tower blasted out into the street below to reveal The Dark Lord astride his Night Mare. As Venger took to the skies and began to circle over the Adventurers, all of them could hear him say, "THIS WILL BE THE END FOR ALL OF YOU!!! RRRRAUUHHHGGGHHHH!!!"

Suddenly a bright reddish magical light enveloped The Dark Lord and his steed until all were blinded by its brilliance. When the light died down, The Adventurers witnessed a horror of horrors. A reddish-black two-headed abomination of a Dragon with two sets of wings, a forked tail and gird and with that could easily match Tiamat. The Dark Lord cut loose with an ear piercing screech that shattered windows throughout the Black City.

"WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS IS THAT!!" Quake gasped, "I'm gonna need a bigger gun!"

"My Airship has enough fire power to take that sucker down but first we need to get to it, Roberts!" Bruno spat out his rum at the sight of the monstrosity.

Neven, Scribe, Irzen, Serna and Willow covered their ears until Venger was done.

"What do we do now, Scribe?" The Swordsman asked almost nonchalantly, "We're kind of exposed here."

"I know what we should do," The Chronicler responded eagerly, "RUN!"

"We're doing that NOW," retorted The Swordsman, "Do you have any other bright ideas?"

"Yes!" The Drowling snapped, "RUN FASTER!"

"We have to get off the roof! Must get off the roof!" The elementalist's adrenaline kicked into overdrive and she shot passed the chronicler at a full run with amazing agility. Know full well that lingering behind was a bad idea and with no weapon of power of her own to use, it was all she had left.

"Really? Today is just getting better by the minute," Roberts muttered. He held back just long enough to get everyone moving to safety ahead of him, then brought up th rear. He dropped the rifle and drew his sword. It was his best option for dealing with a frikkin dragon. "I am seriously gonna have to develop a remote means of calling for an airship. This running stuff is getting tiresome."