*distant horn blows, the sound of many flapping wings fills the air, a dark shape fills the horizon, as it moves closer it becomes many smaller shapes, and as it gets even closer it becomes an army of small,cute,baby, dragons, riding on one is a small man, a gnome maybe?* the hill is mine, bow down and survive. Shouts the gnome in a surprisingly deep voice. *suddenly the dragons breath out fire, but with so many it appears to be a wall of fire, and it engulfs all who do not stand down*
I said the hill is mine muhahaha  the gnome shouts