Her wings caught the air like a parachute, and the dust shot around her, effectively shielding her from view. After fumbling a bit to get her balance, she started away, seeking a river or a bog to burrow under. She flew under the jungle canopy, the birds and monkeys chattering angerly as she passed by.
Confidant that Nidhogg was safely away, he could focus his full attention to the stone army. As more arrows were shot at him, Reaper tucked his wings in close to his body. His scales would deflect most weapons used aginst him. He made a mental note about the gargoyles one weakness. They being made of stone could be crushed and pummeled beyond the point of functionality. So he'd save his acid breath for the soft fleshed humans and fight with his teeth, talons and his battering ram of a tail. The first of many gargoyles came into striking distance and he didn't waste the opportunity. He grabbed up two gargoyles, one in each clawed hand and clashed them together repeatedly until a corse gravel was achieved. He then reached for more before they could get wise to his method of dispatching them so quickly. His tail wiped wildly all around him. Like a bull whip searching for a target. Once acquired, he'd bash it to nothing against tree trunks and fallen stumps. When he was finished with that one, he'd start again with the next one. " You're flimsy relics of a bygone era, you have no power over me!" He shouted passionately in draconic.