Soul of a Dragon

8

Unable to do anything for risk of letting his guard down, Yoongi watched in horror as the youth and the elf were swept into the surrounding brush and greenery by the dying Vasillisk's charge.

Taehyung, however, knew he had the power to stop this as he impaled the Vasillisk before him with his sword. The only thing was, was he willing to risk it?

Was that even a question that needed to be asked?

Throwing his sword to the ground, he raised his hands even as another of the beasts raced towards him, spined tail rearing over its head to strike.

Then it screamed as it was suddenly enveloped in flames that burned with an almost holy retribution and an ungodly fury. Golden, these flames were, with a blood red burning center that was hotter than the fires of a volcano.

The same flame danced in the depths of Taehyung's dark eyes. With a thought, the Vasillisk facing Yoongi was also ablaze, the soldier turning his fiery gaze on the sword's master.

Having seen this before, the dark haired warrior was unfazed, but instead waited only a moment to make sure the soldier had things in control.

"Go after them." Taehyung all but yelled, and Yoongi spared an instant to nod before racing back to where the motionless mage still lay. Making sure he was unhurt, Yoongi then plunged into the darkness after the two.

...

The dying Vasillisk had continued to fight, and despite their desperate attempts, both the elf and the human stood little chance of striking it down.

In the first assault the beast had made, its actions carrying them into the surrounding trees, Hoseok's shoulder got caught between those bone crushing jaws. Luckily, with its life ebbing away, the thing had not the strength left to use such force, but the elf came away with a severely torn shoulder that was rendered useless and bleeding profusely.

Pulling out the short sword he kept on his belt with his good left hand, the elf moved quickly to find the youth while the beast thrashed about and regained its bearings.

Finding the young man not too far off on the ground with a bleeding slash across his side, Hoseok knelt next to him, and took hold of him with his good hand to deliver a shake.

"Wake up...now is not the time to be unconscious!" He hissed, pulling the youth into a sitting position as his eyes opened blearily, wincing in pain. It took only the sight of the wounded beast beginning to search for them with its one good eye, however, to snap the boy's focus back to the here and now.

Viscous blood leaking from both the gaping hole in its chest that still had the thick piece of wood jutting from it, and its displaced eye, the Vasillisk's damaged gaze landed on them. Its lips lifted in a snarl that gave them a clear view of its razor sharp incisors.

"Can you stand..."

"Jungkook..." The youth filled in.

"Jungkook?" Hoseok whispered, finishing his question.

With a nod, they both slowly got to their feet, the vicious creature's eye never leaving them as they moved.

One hand to his side, Jungkook stood on his own instead of leaning on the proffered arm the elf lent, as he quickly ascertained that the elf that stood next to him was having trouble simply keeping himself upright, a nasty looking wound the cause for his instability. Plus, if the beast decided to continue its attack, and they needed to fight, the elf held the only weapon within reach.

He would need room to move.

The attack of the beast was not unexpected, but it was so sudden that it still almost caught the both of them off guard.