The flames rattled behind Quax and Chris. The dragon fire was sweeping fast across the vegetation on the ground, burning up everything in its path, and quickly approaching the two.
Quax was in front of Chris, running as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. Chris also ran like hell, gripping onto the bow around his shoulder, and holding it tight to prevent it from jumping off his shoulder.
The humongous patrol dragon, on the other hand, was flying up in the blue sky behind them.
It's massive green wings kept powerfully flapping up and down in the air, pushing the creature forward across the sky.
It's mouth was wide open and pointed downwards towards the ground below. The flames coming out of its open mouth were bright red, tumbling down onto the ground below in avalanches, and burn
