The Dark Mother. A Wings Of Fire Fanfiction.

Wavetaker

Braveheart struggled against his attacker, he was bigger, but this spear wielding Sandwing was skilled and clearly trained in aquatic combat. He had to use his muscle, he was in the better position of the grapple, but if this was a Sandwing then he had the barbed tail.

As soon as he realized this, a sharp sting went up his back.

No, did he get me?

He smacked the Sandwing across the face, and disengaged the grapple. It was more important to get Trident out of here.

He whirled around to grab Trident, who flashed something in Aquatic.

There was no time to respond as the Sandwing was faster than him. Barreling into his backside and driving him deeper into the sea. His claws were gripping each other, so he held on to his waist in a death grip.

Maybe this guy is not so skilled if he's not going to gut me.

However, as if his foe could read his thoughts, he began to squeeze. First back, then upward into his chest. The sudden pumping motion triggered Braveheart's lungs to expel their air. Precious air flew past his eyes as he was pushed further and deeper into the ocean.

This sun baked salamander is seriously going to drown me?!

His mind began to run in a panic. His once helpful trait had run thin as he was now starting to strain. His foe squeezed him again, draining the last of his precious air. Braveheart seized the chance to spin him around, with all his might he wiggled around just enough to smack the Sandwing with his elbow.

Just as he did so, Trident came to his rescue. She collided into the two bigger dragons and started clawing at the Sandwing's face.

Then, just as a trained dragon would do. The Sandwing raised his back legs and kicked off Trident's belly to gain distance. Raking her a little as he went.

Trident grabbed Braveheart's forearm and dragged him back to shore. They neared the beach when he looked back and realized the Sandwing was searching for something. The spear!

Braveheart tried to remember. He pushed off Trident who seemed confused. He swooped down. his throat and chest burning for the air that was not far from him. In spite of this, he pushed himself forward where he noticed the weapon sticking out of the sand. He grabbed it and rushed for the beach.

Breaching the waves, he sucked in as much air as possible. Coughing as he did. It burned his lungs and his throat, but he forced himself to keep breathing. Trident helped him along, and he continued to walk onto the beach.

"Are you alright, Brave?" Trident sounded nervous, and he felt her touching his wing where he was stabbed.

"Yes," he coughed out, as he dry heaved. Though he spewed water onto the beach from the salty water he must have sucked in by accident. "Be careful, I think he stung me."

She started to examine him when he looked out to his left. His heart began to beat faster as he noticed a dragon face poking out of the water, but just the eyes and top of the muzzle were visible. The attacker was planning his next attack, and he was waiting, like an alligator in the swamps.

Braveheart turned to face him, readying his attackers own weapon in his claws. He had a bit of weapon training with his friends, but it was something he didn't get the chance to fight with much. Still, he had to assume his enemy was defenseless now. At least his primary weapon wasn't on him.

Just then, the Sandwing emerged from the waves. Trident got behind Braveheart and watched with worry shining in her eyes. The Sandwing didn't walk straight towards them, but more in a diagonal, then he shifted and walked the other way, it was like he was sizing them up.