Dragons’ Run
A fireraptor sprays Azandra and her troops as they huddle under the firs of the valley. Branches crackle and burst under the onslaught of flame.
“Raise your weapons!” Azandra yells and dashes out into the snow, her fingers triggering the directing implants in her wrists to fire blue energy at the flaming bird above. She misses as the creature dodges the azure streams. Her fighters join her and the death bird is struck in the snout. It screams, rears its head forward, spraying them again and flies off into the dark. One of her attack party is struck and spins around, fire flashing from his arms and chest. He yells and Azandra dives on top of him, rolling him in the snow, snuffing out the flames.
“Are you okay?” she asks, rising over him, brushing smoke and snow away from her
