Chapter 45
Jaxon sucked in a deep breath and looked at Castiel standing beside him. He stared at the dragon with utter loathing. Jaxon frowned. He didn’t want his friend in this fight. Especially if he wasn’t going to think with a level head.
“Castiel...”
“Shut up, Jaxon. Don’t tell me to hide; don’t tell me not to fight.”
“I would never...”
Castiel ignored him, drawing his sword as Drax drew closer. He charged, swinging angrily at the dragon, but the blade only bounced harmlessly off the great beast's scales.
Drax laughed, his belly shaking. He opened his mouth, lighting the cavern with his flames. Castiel disappeared. Jaxon coughed hard, trying to see his friend through the thick smoke.
“Castiel!”
His friend lay motionless on the ground, his sword a few feet away. Jaxon bent down next to him, feeling for a pulse. He blew out a breath of relief as it throbbed steadily.
“Jaxon!” Avelyn’s scream came too late. Jaxon whirled around only to be hit by the dragon’s scaly tail and once again thrown against the wall. Jaxon’s eyes flickered open again and he struggled to breathe. He groaned, tryin to get up but failing and falling back to the ground.
"Avy...get a...way," he whispered.
The last thing he heard as the ground rushed up to meet him was Ayla's sweet, panicked voice calling his name. Darkness embraced him.
Avelyn’s heart pounded as she ran out of her hiding place and towards Jaxon. Had she only come this far only to die?! She screamed and ducked as Drax’s massive paw flew by her head but she kept running. She had to make sure Jaxon and Castiel were okay.
“Run, princess. You’re making this game much more enjoyable.”
Avelyn stopped, spotting her sword lying a few feet away from Jaxon. She had to make a choice and she could hear the sound of Drax’s wings growing closer, his hot breath on her neck. Avelyn sprinted. She tripped as Drax’s flames flew over her head. White-hot pain seared her leg and she screamed, shutting her eyes and curling up into a fetal position. Her legs on fire, sweltering, burning. She had to keep moving. She glanced back in fear as she started crawling, for the sword. Drax’s eyes glittered with madness and death. Avelyn swallowed hard even as the tears ran down her face. She had to keep going. She was not going to die today.
3 more feet....2 more....1...more.... Avelyn grabbed the sword’s pommel and twisted, laying flat on her back. She thrust the sword upwards as Drax dove downwards.
