Tarry watched as the grass burned, and with a commanding voice, assured his soldiers that the flying God was not the Leviathan. A different God. Different meant enemy. The Rock Thrower Cannons were instructed to aim at the dragon's head with the rock rounds. The cannons turned with surprising speed, and hidden in the underbrush, fired a volley of fist sized rocks at the dragon, aiming for the eye. They came from all directions, and aimed around the dragon, knowing it would fly itself into them. By now, the wall had been cleared, and fish men were entering the village in neat lines, with rather fat ones in front. Despite the guns, the bullets could not pierce the carefully blessed while growing skin that the obese ones had. They began pouring a brown substance on the houses they passed, and lighting it aflame with their torches. With no nearby water but underground, the flames would be near impossible to put out. Behind these obese fish, arrows of fire rained down upon the houses and people, under the cover of the 6ft tall fat monster fish. Guided, the fat ones formed a wall for the arrows to shoot from, as guns could not be fired over them. Once they passed the wall of the village however, the wall of fat would likely be irrelevant due to side fire, however, the smart ones took notice, dashing for cover in houses, where they would slaughter those inside. Outside, however, the colossus was still obscured by the fog and night, hovering menacingly, and had gotten about a quarter a mile in, roaring it's great roar. Tarry sent 70 Mangy back, to report news. (Jen, as you are closer to the inside village, you will have the best description of what is going on. [Also your character is flying so]) ----------- As the Calvary began swarming in, the Mangy outside took action. The dragon set the bush on fire, making any metal armored units slow, overheated and tired. Meanwhile, horses were most likely scared of the flames, but none the less, the fish went for the initiative. Squads began pulling iron plates out from under the dirt, and forming rectangles with many prickly spears, three layers, poking out. The plates on to then opened up, allowing the archers inside to fire from their safety, at the cavalry. However, they could not stay forever, and began moving towards the cover of the dome. Only a few stayed behind, hidden in the bush, as well as the massive monster of a creature, who looked in the distance. It seemed that the northern half of the village was being set alight. Smoke raised high in the obscuring fog, though the raging fires seemed to be a large part of it. (Orn)