He had been watching for as long as Feynaltdrog was in view of his tactical vision. He had been feeding off of the elements of harmony to regenerate his injuries, when he had outright stated himself that consumption of the element of magic would ascend him to new levels of power, Slade knew exactly what had to be done. Granted... it probably wasn't the smartest of all decisions he made in his life, but neither was accepting this contract as a whole.

He jumped off of Spike, hoping that he had timed it right. If he didn't... Well they'd all be screwed.

Of course. How could he have messed it up? He had perfect timing after all, and with that, he leapt straight above Feynaltdrog and snatched the element of magic straight from his grasp, landing upon the ground with a heavy thud, good thing his armor was cushioned and that his body overall would be resistant to damage from impacts. Even then however, it hurt like hell. Though... it was debatable to whether or not that he'd survive getting hit by a wall of fire as he looked up. Feynaltdrog had begun to speak.

"Yol...."

Time stood to a standstill as Slade tried to rise, realizing that he had probably broken both his legs. The flames began to creep ever closer to him from the mouth of the dragon.

The shield of blue ether that saved his life formed just in time to stop him from becoming human steak, as did the small silver-haired girl who ran right by him, the blue shield beginning to stagger and buckle as the flames began to lick upon it.

"Slade!" Sanya called, she had a billion questions, but as of now there wouldn't be a moment of time.

"Medic!" Slade groaned in pain. No sooner had the words left his mouth, a large needle flew straight at into his shoulder. Now... one would EXPECT him to be in a huge state of pain from the fact that the needle was probably the size of a dagger though... he felt none of that. In fact... his legs didn't feel like they were shattered into a million pieces anymore.

"That shield isn't going to hold!" Slade called out as he held Sanya. "Hang on!"

The grappling gun shot right into the wreckage of the thor, sending the pair flying away from the flames as the blue aura of protection faded away and the flames scorched the ground.

"Thankfully he didn't drop that..." Armin commented as he looked back at the grappling gun he had "borrowed" from Slade. Seeing his chance, he rushed forth to deliver to colossal blows straight at the dragon's legs, the large red gashes caused the king of dragons to roar in pain. Though... that'd be the least of his problems when a dragon of almost equal mass hit him like a cannonball, sending both creatures to the ground, creating massive scars within the ground.

Even with his injuries, Feynaltdrog was stronger by... a lot actually. He managed to throw Spike straight off of him, sending the dragon flying back.

"Yol...Toor...Shul!" The dragon king roared as the wave of flames shot at Spike, causing him to roar and screech in pain, forcing him back into the air. The wave of fire ceased and weakened as the guass rounds hit him in the tail, blowing the lower ends of it into a bloody pulp.

"Come here!" Raynor called as the protective visor of his suit came down. The flames engulfed him, but the armor would hold just long enough for Captain America to make his move as the star-spangled man leapt upon the dragon, sending massive blows at the wings, breaking various bones. The flailing claws and pained movements of attempted strikes of the wings forced him back, Steve wasn't exactly interested in being torn into bloody ribbons. Thankfully... Slade and Medic were ready.

"Charge now Doc!" Slade called as the crit-uber was popped. Grabbing ever last explosive he had, he flung the huge bundle straight at Feynaltdrog. The massive explosion tearing scales and flesh straight off the king of dragons who howled and roared in pain as he sent a wave of fire down upon Slade and Medic. The uber would save them from being cooked, but it wouldn't save them from flying back several feet. The two would find shelter within a ditch.

It was a rather balsy move. But... you know what? They weren't exactly thinking straight... Or rather caring to since it was all or nothing at this point.

Holding her hand for dear life, Armin and Sanya shot forward, straight at Feynaltdrog's mouth as the flames rushed forward, the shield saving the pair from a fiery death, for how long, it was as good as anyone's guess, it was just so fortunate that Armin intended on moving quickly as he drove both blades deep into the eyes of Feynaltdrog, causing the dragon to scream and shriek in ungodly pain as it flailed and stomped around, it's wings broken and useless, it's tail shattered and it's once great and powerful body in ruins. It was then when the elements of harmony began their ethereal glow.

Twilight knew exactly what to do as she sent the elements straight at her friends. The six closing their eyes and concentrating. The elements would surely be able to destroy the dragon, if not seal him away for another thousand years to come.

"The elements! My teeth to your hearts ponykind!" The dragon cried out in pain and fear. It somehow knew despite being completely blind. It opened it's mouth...

Twilight realized just then that her friends and herself, in the process of firing the elements, couldn't move, and that no one exactly had the strength to stop the flames. Raynor was too far away and Sanya's shield had long been exhausted. No one could have stopped their deaths.

That didn't mean NOTHING couldn't have as the large purple dragon descended from the heavens, it's foot stomping down upon the dragon lord's mouth, ensuring that the words and flames would never come out.

"Now Twilight!" Spike roared. Even in such a weak state, Feynaltdrog was still slightly stronger than him IN JUST HIS JAW ALONE. "Hurry!"

"But Spike!" Twilight cried. She had just gotten her number one assistant back... If he was caught in the way of the magic...

"Just do it! I can't hold him for long!" Spike shouted as the larger dragooned threatened to escape. If he did... There'd be nothing stopping him then. Even being blinded... He could still "see."

There would be no choice as Twilight closed her eyes, and prayed... Prayed to the heavens that Spike would be okay.

The rainbow colored magic fired out of the elements.