Tables arranged outside restaurants flipped. A barrel of wine exploded. One dragon was sent flying through the inn's upper balcony. Patrons scattered, shouting in panic.
Another dragon tried to flee only to be tripped by a chair hurled with supernatural strength. Fluffy bellowed challenges like an ancient war god, while Rage Monkey performed what could only be described as a flying double spin-kick... while laughing maniacally.
Blackie simply watched the chaos unfold, her violet eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction. She folded her arms, smiled sweetly, and whispered, "How protective."
Damien sighed, already pinching the bridge of his nose.
Damien sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Fluffy and Rage Monkey continued to wreak havoc like rampaging storm gods. But even as chaos bloomed around him, his eyes narrowed slightly. Something about the dragons' armor, the disciplined way they had stood, even their formation, it didn't fit with the usual street scum.
