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Ross lay on his back with his eyes closed. There wasn’t a place on his body that didn’t ache. He gingerly did an external assessment to make sure he hadn’t broken any bones. He groaned when his body protested the movement.
“I see you are not dead,” a deep voice said.
Ross snapped his eyes open and scrambled to his feet with his fists up, ready for a fight. Two things flashed through his mind. First, nothing was broken, and second, he was going to need more than his fists to defeat the tall guy standing only a few feet away.
“Who the f**k are you, and where did you come from?” he hoarsely demanded.
“I am Drago, King of the Dragons. You are not an Elemental. What Isle are you from?” Drago replied.
Ross slowly put his arms down and warily moved to the side when Drago stepped past him
