Walking On Glass ∆ Drarry AU

nine ∆ the crimson dragon

"Get inside!" yelled Sir Harry, even though Pansy and Astoria were right next to him. "Now!"

They both stood. Immediately.

Astoria brushed her skirts down. "I'm sorry, but you absolutely cannot fight that off alone."

The dragon, who had sharp spikes running along it's back and tail, was circling in the sky above them. Sir Harry swallowed hard. "I know."

Pansy rushed around the two. "I don't know about you guys, but I am not dying today!"

Taking one last look at the beast above, Sir Harry grabbed hold of Astoria's arm. They followed after Pansy.

Once inside the castle, it was clear that they weren't the only ones who had taken notice of the dragon. Several servants hurried through the halls, followed by a couple knights.

"Daphne!" Astoria called out, as they passed by.

One stopped, turned around, and lifted the visor on their helmet. "We've all been ordered to fight in whatever way we can. Everyone. That includes you, Sir Harry."

"What-- but I... All I have is my sword." Really, he didn't want to have to face a dragon. Especially on rival grounds.

"Well you know where the armory is, don't you? It's close."

"Yes--"

"Good. Go get suited up." She flipped her visor down. "We've got a dragon to defeat -- and a village keep safe." Without another word, she continued on outside.

"Am I included in that order?" Pansy said, then looked at Astoria. "Are you included in that order?"

Astoria took hold of Pansy's hand. "Let's go find Draco and Blaise."

Sir Harry shook his head, and ran off towards the armory, as the other two went in the opposite direction. His heart was pounding. This... He'd never had to fight a dragon before. What if it could breathe fire? He couldn't possibly defeat it then -- even if he did have help.

As quickly as possible, he threw on some armor. Just in case it did breathe fire, he made sure to grab a shield. It'd probably do him some good against the spikes as well. He noticed the bows and arrows, but didn't take one. Just one of the many differences between the two kingdoms; he'd never been taught how to properly use a bow. King Arthur always said that long range weapons make you weak, and short range weapons make you brave (which, Sir Harry always thought was dumb, but had never commented on it).

Sir Harry then left the armory. Chaos still ensued in the halls. Until now, he'd never really paid much attention to how many people were actually living in the castle. It almost seemed like too many.

Then, Prince Draco ran by him.

"Someone's tried to poison me again..." was all he muttered, as they passed beside each other.

Looked like the prince already had his own excuse for not fighting. If it was anything like last time, he'd live. Especially if he was up and running through the halls.

Think about it later, Sir Harry ordered himself. He made his way outside, only to find the crimson dragon lying on its side in the grass. Several knights and a few servants stood a good distance away from it.

"Is it dead?" asked Sir Harry, unsheathing his sword. He inched closer.

Answering his question, the beast lurched upward. It's wings flapped menacingly, and that's when Sir Harry noticed one had a nasty slice through it.

"Threw a javelin at it. Must've went right through," said an unknown voice. "Got it out of the air, though."

Javelin? This place had everything. Literally everything.

In an unorganized fashion, Sir Harry joined the others as they charged forward, blades in hands. The dragon franticly flapped it's wings, desperately trying to get off the ground. It did get some height, but ultimately fell back into place.

The knights, many as they were, jabbed and slashed at the beast's rough flesh. All seemed well, until Sir Harry drew his sword back, and lunged it into one of the bloody dragon's beady eyes. The blade stuck, and it didn't take long before he was struck back by a claw whilst trying to pull it out. He hit the ground, and almost immediately swung his shield around to block another attack.

How was it even alive at this point? The grass had long been covered with it's thick, scarlet blood. Sir Harry's sword couldn't have done nothing; it was stuck for goodness sake! It was sideways, like a tree uprooted during a storm.

Relentless, Sir Harry continued to block the dragon's fleeting attacks. He hoped someone would take the bloody thing down soon.

Out of nowhere, the beast flipped around. It's large tail beat hard against Sir Harry's side, the sharp spikes piercing through his armor.

With his skin just barely grazed, he shuffled back, before the dragon landed another hit, this time taking one of the metal plates of his armor with it. That second blow seemed enough for someone to go between the two.

"What are you doing!?" It was Lady Daphne; the one in front of him. "Are you trying to die? Get up!"

Not wasting a second, Sir Harry pushed himself off the ground. A familiar burning sensation shot through his arm.

"Kill the damn thing already!" yelled an unfamiliar voice. Sir Harry glanced back, and noticed a servant cowering behind a tree.

Turning back, he rolled his eyes. Lady Daphne was doing nothing but blocking at this point. Taking his chances, he ran around, and reached up for his sword. Stupidly, he dropped the shield, and grabbed hold with both hands.

The beast reared it's head up, subsequently lifting Sir Harry from the ground. He pulled and shook. It seemingly was doing nothing, until the blade hitched upward, causing the dragon to cry out.

The sword continued to rip through the eye socket of the red dragon. Eventually, Sir Harry felt his feet touch the ground, and his blade split through the beast's head. The knight had to steady himself from the force with which it had came out at.

One last time, the dragon whipped it's tail around. It was enough to knock Sir Harry back onto the ground. He tried to move, but there was no time, before the beast toppled over onto him, mainly his left leg.

Everyone cheered triumphantly.

"Hey, guys, I think I'm stuck! And my leg's going numb..." said Sir Harry, nonchalantly, over the excitement.

Lady Daphne appeared before him. She'd taken off her helmet, and her blond hair was shining against the sun. "You're the absolute worst knight I've ever met." She was grinning. "And I mean that in the best way possible."