Dragon Moon
By then, she was between his wings, her sword drawn, ready to jab straight down into his neck.
He wasn’t stupid, though, and as his instincts kicked in and he began to move, an attempt to send her flying off, she assumed, she had to drop down and wrap her legs around his neck, or else she’d drop her sword.
Her bottom hit hard against his metal-like scales as she straddled him, her legs on either side of his massive head. The dragon screeched, throwing his head back, and then, he did what dragons always do when they are defending themselves. Fire shot out of his mouth, up into the air, a bright flame of red and orange, wrapped in a plume of smoke that lit the night sky to a brilliant white di
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