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The sorcerer swung his mace, but it bounced off Demris’s scales and the dragon snapped the sorcerer up in his jaws. He chomped, then flung the man aside. I wanted to run to Maren, but my muscles only allowed for a slow walk. By the time I reached her, she was standing near the sorcerer’s body. Demris was behind her, his head peering over her.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“I will be,” Maren replied. She looked as tired as I felt.
The sorcerer was lying on his back, his eyes gazing up at the sky. Demris’s teeth had ripped holes in his robes, and a puddle of blood had formed under him. A wheezing sound escaped his lips, and I realized he was still alive. Barely.
“He’s suffering,” I said, glancing at Maren.
“As he should,” she replied calmly. “This is his just reward.”
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