No Mere Mortal pt.II

A burst of flames suddenly engulfed the dark figure. The dragon eyed lazily at what would be just a pile of ashes – the only other thing left would be the stench of burnt flesh. To its surprise, there he was standing untouched as the fire cleared – a blue light crackled around the intruder. Sensing that magic was at play, the dragon took more interest now and focused its senses on the origins.

Ah…a ring of protection…and a powerful one too. No wonder. But no matter, thought the dragon.

The dragon’s name is Naz’garoth, one of the great fire dragons of the realm. And like all dragons, it is a proud and powerful creature and thinks nothing more of this fool than a fly that needs to be swatted away. Naz’garoth shifted its body and raised its head to full height. With a sudden move, its tail swiped out at the figure, covering the distance in a mere second.

Something’s not right, through the dragon. The figure has disappeared. But even as Naz’garoth recovered from surprise, a pain lanced out from its side – a long thin blade now lodged itself at where the wing joins the body. It roared thunderously, shaking the grounds of the cavern – angry for being caught unawares and wary too, realizing perhaps too late, that this was no ordinary foe.