Are you eating me?" he felt the hot metal of her g*n barrel press into his thick neck.
"I'm trying to heal you," he rumbled deeply, stilling his forked tongue least she take offence.
"Oh. Well then, as you were, dragon. I'll reload a few magazines while you're blocking my view."
She did just that, pulling off her backpack to find the extra ammunition for her assault rifle as he pushed as much of his healing saliva into her wound as he could.
He watched the fight through one gold flecked eye. Finally, it seemed that overwhelming firepower was prevailing. Fewer legless torsos clawed their way forward, fewer still had use of their legs. It looked like the soldiers had figured out that was the best way to slow them down. No legs, no walking, no running, and definitely no f*****g jumpin
