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Lucan cursed and jumped out of the way of Old Dark’s claws.
“Hey, stop!” he cried. “We’re the ones that saved your ass!”
But the dragon growled and swiped at him again.
Lucan’s senses heightened as he rolled out of the way. Time seemed to slow down as the dragon charged at him.
He didn’t know what he had expected, but certainly not this.
Old Dark was ... well, old. In this guy’s heyday, they would have been roasting on a spit by now. Good thing he hadn’t breathed fire yet.
Lucan had watched him tear through two hundred Magic Eaters like they were nothing, even in his debilitated state. He didn’t want to take any chances.
What spell is going to stop him? C’mon, Lucan, you only get one shot.
Dark ran at Lucan, separating him from Miri and Celesse, who ran to the back of the room.
