Bellah shouted at Aster’s back as he ran towards the dragon. “Neh! A’lura retaa! (No! Come back!)” She did a roar of her own in frustration and hugged the pack and staff.
“Idota...(idiot)” she grumbled to Makna, but looked worried.
Erras caught Aster by the arm as they crossed each other’s path. “What are you doing!?” He knew Aster could light a camp fire, but he’d never seen the man in a fight - especially up against anything as large as this. “You’ll be killed!”
The Vardo were busy pouring something thick and black (like tar) onto their weapons, arrows and crossbow bolts. Ox had seen Aster running towards the Dragon (which was currently slipping down the canyon side), and wondered what the man was about to do.
“Let go Gem...” Every time Genii pulled a limb free from Gemma she grabbed hold of something else to stop him leaving. “I’ve got to go help.” He said, trying to get his sword out. Gemma shoved the sword back in.
“No, no, no!” Gemma looked disturbed. “You don’t know what they can do... what they did! We need to run!”
The dragon slid down the canyon, it’s claws scraping down the rock face as it went. It’s chest vibrated as it took in a deep breath, the air around its wide open jaws appearing to shimmer with the building heat.
“GET DOWN!” Erras’ voice echoed in the canyon as he dived to the ground, pulling poor Aster with him.
The dragon screamed in blazing fire - a white hot inferno exploding from its maw to engulf the enclosed canyon.