Roar of the Anjanath

"Its finally time. months, no, YEARS of tracking this specific creature, only being able to watch it as it takes our comrades, families...homes even." The Commander has a somewhat nostalgic look as he speaks to the Second Fleet leader. The blacksmith in question listens on, also aware of how significant this siege will be. The commission has been spread thin for this very moment. 

 On top of the now revised Great Ravine, Hundreds, if not thousands of hunters are seen running about. Some load and position the cannons while others prepare the binds, praying that they work to hold the titan that lumbers this way. The Commander then turns to the group behind him. The hunter trio checks their gear once, more, ensuring that its ready for what's to come. The Stalwart brothers, now calling themselves the cyclops corps due to their one remaining eye and failure to even keep the anjanath variant in one place, sharpen their weapons, ready to inflict deep pain on the elder dragon. Sullivan goes through his music sheets, memorizing the specific few the commission wanted him to learn.

 "ATTENTION!" The Commander calls out. The 3 groups all stop what they are doing, ready to listen to the directives given. "Zorah Magdaros is fast approaching, so all of you must get in to position. Remember, once it is here, you will get onto its shell. Once there, find and destroy the magma cores on its body, there should be four base on our intel. We MUST not let it escape, is that clear?"

"'YES, COMMANDER!'"

"Good. That is all. May the sapphire star guide your way." 

 The groups, now dismissed, head to their stations as The Commander continues to address the other hunters. Unbeknownst to any of them, their plans may not be as smooth at it seems.

 The sun reaches the Zenith of its path as the hunters wait, tense at the objective of the mission at hand. Some pray to their respective religions, hopping that their belief will protect them. Others grip their weapons, knowing that their tools will possibly be the only thing to decide whether they live to become heroes, or die, forgotten and buried under the stones of the chasm. Then, all hell broke loose.

 The Ground trembled and cracked, as if something was forcing its way out. Soot and dust mixed into the air, stinging the eyes of the hunters perched on the wall. Magma flowed onto the surface, turning the rocks beneath into molten slag. A claw appears. And then another. Before the commission knew it, Zorah Magdaros had unearthed itself, ash and fire cascading in the depths of the Great Ravine.

 The living Volcano bellowed, as cannons began to take aim. The Commander then steps forward pointing towards the elder dragon as he shouts "FIRE!" Explosions ring out as cannonballs crash into Zorah one after another, however it is still moving forward unimpeded, as if the cannon fire was nothing more than dying sparks. Nearing the wall, Zorah raises its claw, blocking out the sun to those beneath its shadow. Many, guessing what is to come, abandon their cannons, jumping to the side as the ginormous appendage comes crashing down. 

 Those who were either unfortunate or too slow to react were crushed, smeared across the very rocks they once stood on. Some of the weaker willed hunters wretched out their lunch from the grotesque display and of how they could have ended up like these poor souls- crushed to the point of not even leaving a corpse to bury. The Commander, seeing the casualties and of how the commission's spirit is beginning to dwindle, Gives out his next directive. "Hunters! we are now switching to phase 2 of the plan! Fall back and regroup."

 Hearing their leader's command, the hunters begin to withdraw from their stations. Zorah, unaware of the scheme, continues its rampage. Its claws hit the sides of the Great Ravine, causing landslides that claim more unfortunate souls to slow to react. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, a harpoon bound to a rope latches on to Zorah's left claw. A storm of them later follow, binding Zorah from head to toe, trapped within one place. "NOW GO!"

 With Zorah tied, the hunter groups make their way atop its shell. Sullivan performs the songs stores, boosting the capabilities of each individual. Now done with his performance, Sullivan then gives out the objects. "Cyclops corps, you'll head to the center of the shell for the second core, the trio will take the head as their tools are better equipped to maintain balance, and i will head to the tail end to smash the other core." 

 With their targets identified, the siege party splits up. Zephyr uses his charge blade to chip away at the head core, switching to its sword and shield mode in order to block the magma bursting from it. Elise assists in dealing the damage with Zephyr, daggers raging on as a red aura entangles them. Jonas remains behind, using his light bowgun to shoot down the occasional baros that attempts to swoop in. Sullivan meanwhile brings down the might of his weapon, buffed by the self improvement melodies, destroying the core. As these two groups finish their tasks, their radios kick to life. Kane speaks over the radio "We might have a problem." Sullivan responds back. "What do you mean Problem? what could-" before he could finish, a roar blasts out from above the skies. Looking up, The siege party sees a dark creature. It is covered in spikes, gleaming under the light of the sun, with large curved horns above its head. Beneath the horns lay two beady eyes full of hatred and malice. The radios of the group roar to life, only this time it is the Huntsman who speaks.

"STAND AT THE READY, NERGIGANTE IS UPON US!"