>>Draken
Vesper landed on the serpent with a brutal, jarring impact, steel boots slamming down hard onto one of its ridged spine plates. She skidded, nearly thrown—but she plunged both swords into the beast's flesh, anchoring herself.
She held.
It roared—a scream that made the skies quake and the clouds scatter—and immediately bucked and twisted. It wanted her off.
But she dug her blades deeper and screamed back, defiant.
The serpent's hide was slick, shifting under her as it writhed and thrashed. Black, steaming blood sprayed into the air where she struck, but her blades couldn't cut deep enough—not yet. It was like trying to slice into a living mountain.
I dove toward her, flanking the beast from above.
"Vesper!" I roared, voice thick and booming in my dragon throat.
She looked up, sweat streaming down her face, fire dancing along her blades. "Find the core! I'll hold it still!"
"You can't hold something this big!"
"I can try!"
