The wandering Chosen of God, sent flying by David's tail and covered in mud, struggled awkwardly to his feet. He was gearing up for a long-awaited dragon-slaying battle but was stopped by Vileili, the Forest Enchanted of the God of Fate and History.
She looked meaningfully at the Legendary Red Dragon, who was now in a towering rage but had regained a sliver of rationality, and then at David, who had just scrambled to his feet.
"The Mithril Dragon Lock has been moved; let's go!"
Leopold, who had suffered a disadvantage, was obviously reluctant.
Bradimir, however, breathed a sigh of relief. He heeded the advice and quickly followed the old Court Mage and Forest Enchanted as they slipped back through the rapidly closing Teleportation Gate.
After all, if a battle were to commence, he, the archer who had just turned Flameclaw into a pincushion, would surely be the enraged Legendary Red Dragon's first 'target.'
