"They just keep coming..." The dragon king muttered. They seemed to be culling them away rather well, but it didn't change the fact that there were always more waiting in the wings. He could only wonder how things were going in the tower; the porticoes had been wrenched open again and he could hear the sounds of battle, but there was little time to try and peer through the dark.
Seven more. About to be seven piles of scrap as far as he cared.
"Cover me," he called to Micrea."The ones who manage to get out of the way should be too distracted to avoid you..." The dark brown of his eyes had given way to a spreading, emerald green as his pupils elongated, warping, twisting until they were reptilian slits, his canines growing more pronounced. The bronze of his skin began to sheen unnaturally in places, shimmering almost like the scales of some great serpent, and indeed, patches of it had become just that- scales.
Yggdril writhed in his hands, creaking, groaning as it's length extended, as if in reaction to the kindred aura now pouring off it's master. Taking the lance in both hands with a massive spin, wielding it more like a bo staff than a spear now, Leonidas wasted no time leaping upon the remaining gaggle of foes, sweeping wildly as he spun, turned, and pivoted from one strike to another, as if locked in some deadly dance, all the while bellowing a battle cry that sounded nigh identical to the roars of an enraged dragon...
Leonidas activates Draconian Instinct, greatly increasing his Melee and Mobility but lowering his accuracy. He then pounces upon the remaining strider's, making wide sweeping attacks with his lance, attempting to hit as many as he can.
Micrea should join Leonidas in his all-out-attack assault, taking to opportunity to try and strike any of the striders who evade Leon by surprise.