𝐈𝐈: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, screaming from his sword, and then the dragon's.

Power roared through him.

Energy struck his legs.

And then he was flying midair.

Heat crashed around him. Purple light drowned his skin. He gasped as something got scorched near his arm.

Thunderdome!

Rage washed over Ingressus.

He crashed down upon the dragon's back.

Horror struck him as he realized just how thick Thunderdome's scales were.

Gah! He forgot that detail!

Wings rushed around him. A tail crashed a sliver from his back. Fire screamed past him as he felt his body flipping—

—and then a blast of red energy crashed into the dragon's head!

An unearthly screech made his knees buckle. He collapsed.

The dragon's neck twisted toward him.

"You and your disgusting fire!"

A roar.

A scream coming from himself.

The wings.

He needed to stab one.

Ingressus catapulted into the air. He felt a strand of his hair scorch into a crisp. Fury rushed through him.

He shoved his sword toward Thunderdome's wing.

"What motivates you to be on their side and not mine?"

Thunderdome sent his tail crashing into Ingressus' jaw.

"Oh, nevermind!"

Ingressus tore into his wing.

"You're just like the Tidesinger!"

Fire rushed out of his sword.

The wind blasted into a storm around them. Blazes from his sword raced around the air.

O-oh Songs!

A howl sickened his mind, driving him deathly weak.

H-he needed to focus!

Fire!

Thunderdome screeched at a blaze which singed his ear.

Something crashed into Ingressus' face! So cold!

Snow!

His teeth clenched against each other. Thunderdome's head was spinning—no, everything was spinning around him!

His stomach lurched, he lost of the feeling of Thunderdome's scales—

The ground was gone! Even the cliff!

Nothing but whiteness!

Snow blasted on his skin, cold seeped into his lungs—

—Ah!

Ingressus shook.

Green particles rose above him. He drifted instead of fell, like a leaf.

It had worked...

His head spun, and a burnt smell overwhelmed him.

Focus... focus...

He imagined pulling away from a point above him. Something soft wrapped around his body.

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