The Storyteller smiled as the dragon attacked the helicopter. He loved to see their methods, rather than his own. He seemed to be holding off the helicopters, until he turned his head back to face him.
"We really need that portal now."
"As you wish." The Storyteller said, as if Hunter would really be missing out. He jabbed the air to his right with the head of his staff, causing it to open and dilate, rippling the air beyond its rim with black lightning. The swirling black and purple of the portal's surface invited them in.