Fus ro dah *let's pretend he dosent know yet*
The stench of smoke and charred flesh clogging the air was making it difficult to breathe as the General staggered to his feet. He had already encountered one dragon and he had not been eager to relive such an experience but he couldn’t stand by and let a dragon slaughter his men a second time.
He was relatively unscathed, a little singed, but overall unharmed. Unfortunately, Tullius couldn’t say the same for the horse he’d borrowed from one of his camps. With a sigh of frustration he turned from his former steed’s still smoking corpse to instead face the slain dragon and spotted the woman he’d accompanied here, Veronica, he was sure her name was.
As he was about to yell for her, he was stopped in his tracks when the dragon started to glow and disintegrate right before his eyes. It’s whole body was engulfed in what seemed to be flames when tendrils of gold and white light shot forward and swirled around and enveloped her, before it seemed to sink into her very skin.
Tullius stood gaping at her, “What the shit was that?”