Dragon Hunter

I'll stay save

Roman was back on horseback before noon the next day.
Together with a group of knights and a few soldiers riding through a forest.

They were headed for a town not far from Cijan where the citizens had found a dragon egg.
It was their job to destroy it before the rebels found out and took the egg with them.

Roman let his gaze wander over the rest of the group.
He knew all of these men, had fought alongside most of them except for a young man at the end of the group.
He slowed his horse a bit until he was next to the boy.

"First hunt?", he asked. The man was holding the rains just a bit too tight and his forehead shimmered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Yes, sir," he answered shortly.

"What's your name?"

"Juleek of Zilen, sir."

"Like Iona of Zilen?"

"Yes, sir, she's my mother."

Roman nodded. The boy had a certain similarity to his mother. The same long nose, the same small, almond coloured eyes.

"Well, if you're anything like her, you're gonna be just fine. Besides if we're lucky the egg's dead before the riders even know it ever existed."

Juleek gave him a nervous smile.

"If you think so, sir."

Roman smiled back at him. He could still remember his own first hunt. He had been terrified back then.

A voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Virgil told him that it was better to be scared and careful than cocky and dead.

And Roman knew better than to underestimate dragons and dragon riders.

They reached the town and the mayor, a short man who reminded Roman of a fly with the way he couldn't seem to stand still, lead them towards the town hall in the middle of the market place.

"We put it here but it moved earlier and we didn't want to risk anything and-", he rambled nervously.

"That's perfect fine," Terf, who had lead the group interrupted him. "Roman, Duven and you, boy" he pointed at Juleek" come with me. The rest of you stay here. Keep an eye out for anything that's flying and bigger than a hawk or that's wearing a leather armor."

He dismounted from the horse and marched towards the doors of the building knowing that his orders would be followed.

Roman gave Juleek another reassuring smile.

Inside of the building it was dark and the air was warm and thick, like walking against a brick wall after a hot summer day of relentless sunshine.

In the middle of the room laid the egg.

It was as big as a baby goat, green with a few brown spots like a child's knees after playing in a field.

Roman pulled his sword. He, Duven and Juleek stood at the ready while Terf got closer.

Something hit against the shell from the inside creating small crack.

Roman tensed.

Terf held his sword over the egg, ready to impale it and kill the beast inside.

Someone outside screamed.

"THEY'RE HERE! THE RIDERS ARE HERE!"

Roman whipped around.

"Go and help the others!", Terf barked at them.

Roman pushed the door open and stumbled outside.

A beam of fire cut the market place in two, shot by a giant, dark red creature standing on one of the buildings.
On it's back sat a figure clad in an armour that was a patchwork of leather and dragon scales.

Another dragon, smaller and dark grey was in the air, it's tail full of spikes flicking and sending a few poisonous dart towards the door where Roman stood.

He barely dodged.

A big Firebreather and a Stinger.

Dammit.

The Stinger's rider jumped down, landing in a crouch and quickly took out two soldier who tried to attack him. Roman realized that his two knives were made of Stinger spikes. In other words - they were poisonous.

"Don't get cut!", he yelled towards the others and moved to dodge another fire beam.

It set the door aflame and the Firebreather jumped of off the building landing on the market place it's rider slipping off and darting towards the building.
Juleek moved into his way, using his body as a barrier and swung his sword at the riders legs.

He couldn't dodge the lava ball that came from the side, seemingly out of nowhere.
It hit him directly in the head.

"NO!", Roman heared himself scream.

He wanted to run over, stop the rider and attack the Magmawing that had appeared over the rooftops but the Stinger rider rammed into him, knocking him over and landing on top of him only to immediately scramble off.

Roman gasped to get the air that had been knocked out of him back into his lungs. His head was pounding. He rolled over. His sword had been knocked out of his hands.
He reached out for it and got back on his feet.

Lying on the ground made him too easy a target.

The Firebreather rider was nowhere to be seen, the other soldiers were fighting against his dragon and the Stinger. The man who had knocked Roman down was back on the dragon.
The Magmawing was flying over the place keeping an eye on the fight.

Roman ran towards the town hall.

The door was still burning but he ran through the flames, bringing up his arms to protect his face.

Inside Terf shoved the rider against a wall and stumbled back over to the egg.
The cracks in it's shell were too big now. A few more hits and it would break.

The rider grabbed something from one of his pockets and threw it, the small orb landing on the floor at Terf's feet.
Smoke leaked out, thick and green.

Terf cursed loudly, stumbled and coughed. Roman rushed over and hit the rider at the temple.
The man went down.
Lucky hit.

Terf was visibly struggling to breathe past his coughs: "Ro...Egg...NOW!"

Roman held his breath and tried to find the damn thing.

Something cracked underneath his boot.

He looked down.

The egg was empty.

The damn beast had hatched.

Sorry not sorry.

This was my first fight scene like... ever.
I hope it's decent at least.

Feel free to comment or ask questions!

Have a nice day!