Sparks' jaw dropped as the winged fiend swooped down over the village, bellowing madly. It was at least twenty feet long, its wings bat-like and leathery. Its scales were blood red, glittering in the dark night. The beast opened its mouth, and a jet of white-hot flames blasted forth, making the dwellings tremble. The defenders had lost their will to fight; they turned and ran, fleeing in a blind panic. The entire village was running amok, trying to escape the s*******r bearing down on them.
Sparks had read legends testifying to the ferocity of dragons. They were next to impossible to kill, and they were completely immune to fire. Neither arrow nor sword could pierce their scaled armor.
They were killing machines.
With a mighty roar, the dragon belched a cloud of fire across the c
