The sea around them churned like a collapsing storm as the sea dragons surged through it and into the hall.
And beneath its unnatural tide, Thorn fought like a demon born.
With every thrust of his lengthening and twisting sword, he speared through the eyes of the dragons he could reach, killing them before they got to him.
Unfortunately, that was only a few of them.
Most of the sea dragons spiraled toward them in jagged arcs. Their mouths spewed arcs of boiling water, their eyes burning with gold.
Thorn ducked under one that dove at him, his feet sliding across the hardened water floor. As it swept past, he flipped his sword and drove it upward through the chinks in the scales of its belly.
The dragon shrieked, but before it could retaliate, Thorn twisted the blade and it twisted, lengthening inside the dragon and cleaving its spine.
The blood rushed out like a flood, and his bone arm drank it all. His muscles tightened, and his skin flushed.
