Pangur listened as the human beside him shifted. At first, he assumed that perhaps his harsh words had worked and the human would leave him be. However, he never heard the steps fade or even move about. Instead, the manakete was greeted to the familiar sound of steel as it was unsheathed from a cover.
Jerking his head back to Gregor, Pangur just caught the flash of a sword right as the mercenary raised his weapon. With a gritted snarl, the manakete shifted in his cage, trying to work the chains loose. Laying is his cage, he was an easy target for a glory seeking human like this. Even though he doubted such a measily weapon would get through his scaling, Pangur wasnât willing to sit and take abuse like this.
The sword thrust down, and hit its intended targetâŠ.. but it was not Pangur.
The manaketeâs sharp ears picked up the heavy clank of the thick lock as it hit the ground, now completely useless from the cage. Before the dragon could say anything, Gregor was pulling the door away to get closer. Once more Pangur shifted in an attempt to escape, still not willing to take a chance with an armed human so close, but once more was spared.
Once one of the thicker chains was cut, slipping from his scaled back, Pangur immediately worked his arm to get leverage. Tightening his muscles, he forced the chains out, finally able to snap the rest of them with ease.
Immediately, the rest of the humans drew to alarm, gathering their armor and weapons as they noticed their prize was free, and who freed him. Gregor still stood before the dragon, lowering his weapon, as if to accept his fate.
Pangur glared at him with hatred, his face pulling into a vicious sneer as he growled ferociously. His sharp fangs could be clearly seen, even in the darkened atmosphere. The manakete looked as if he were ready to pounce right at the mercenary, to keep true to his word that Gregor would be the first to die.
However, in a streak of black, the manakete turned and zoomed in the direction of the charging humans. Without fear, Pangur let out a wild roar as we went on the attack.Â
The first of the Grimleal to reach him was a sword wielder. The man yelled in challenge, drawing his own weapon to strike the beast down. He stood little chance as Pangur swiped him away with one motion of his arm. The man soared off, landing in a crumpling heap against some rocks, bones shattered.Â
The next came with an axe, meeting a similar fate, but with a set of sharp claws swiped to his face. The flesh was pulled away, marring any identification of whoever this human once was. One by one, his human captors fell. Pangur showed them all the mercy they had offered him earlier, with chains and spears and a cage.Â
The manakete ravaged them, tore limbs and pulled organs passed layers of armor. They were no match for a monster like him⊠no human could possibly stand against such a force.
By the end of it, Pangur was left to stand among a pile of twisted corpses. Just as Gregor had first meant him, he was greeted to the horrific sight of the dragon once more.Â
With his captors dead, Pangur finally shifted his eyes to the last human⊠the golden orbs locking right onto Gregor who still stood by the cage.
