The figure was a young woman, battling several Demon Dragon Monsters, just like the ones Drahon had faced earlier.
One of the Demon Dragon Monsters, its scales blackened with ruthlessness, lunged at her, its jaws wide enough to swallow a man whole. But she didn't flinch. With a sharp pivot, she dropped to the side, its claws missing her by inches. The wind of its strike stirred her wine-colored hair, but she was already moving, sliding under its belly in a swift, fluid motion.
As the creature thundered past, she slashed upward, her blade cutting through the thick hide behind its foreleg. The beast roared, staggering, black ichor spraying into the dirt.
It tried to turn, but she was gone, already on her feet, eyes on the second monster.
