Not long went by as the dome was under siege, holding true against the invaders. Although it changed when a different roar was heard, one that was [i]heard[/i] and [i]felt[/i] in both mind and body, pervading flesh and causing a tremor of panic. What could cause something like that? The sun blotted out then, as another roar was heard, chilling the bones of both sides, yet only the Trayve knew what it was. The shadow cast showed wings, a tail, the slender body of a- "DRAGOOOON!" The cry echoed out, as the Trayve roared at the sight, bolstered by the newcoming beast. They knew what it what it was. They knee [i]who[/i] it was. Panic rippled out quickly, as a body of crimson blood and velvet wings appeared in the sky, a slender streak of red that boasted strength and power. Stark white horns lined the dragon's lower jaw and neck, four legs with razor sharp talons, sweeping low to the ground then as the earth shook with the immense speed the dragon gave off; and then it let loose a torrent of flames, targeting the fish peoples outside the dome to avoid massacring the town. Glinting red bits and a torrent of ruby red and black hues engulfed the Fishmen forces, searing flesh and cracking rock and melting metals; as it then turned its focus on the brute that arrived with the murkmen. They had their monster, and the Trayve had a dragon of fire and blood.