The massive wings beat once more, and a strong gust of wind flattened the silver grass across the clearing. The dragon circled the clearing a single time, blotting out the sky with emerald scales that looked like thick sheets of armor. Then it folded its wings and dropped.
Boom!
The ground jolted beneath Bjorn's boots, and the shockwave threw dust and loose leaves into the air. Bjorn swayed, but his feet stayed stuck to the dirt. He tried to take a single step back, but his legs locked up. His interface flashed yellow warnings, yet there was no debuff icon on his screen. His legs simply refused to listen to him.
In the corner of his vision, the viewer count shot past three hundred and twenty thousand. The chat scrolled so fast the text blurred into a white streak, but three messages stayed long enough for him to catch them.
*run bro run*
*dude your legs are glued*
*we are so dead*
