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It was late morning and he suffered from exhaustion, pain, and hunger when two more appeared. They hovered, observing the massive amount of their dead. The larger aged one descended to engage Einarr, the other rushed away.

“Now you suffer, nasty little vermin,” the dragoness said in a shrill-pitched hissing voice. “Where are your friends who assisted you in this atrocity?” The tan dragon’s eyes were cloudy, it had few teeth, and it tottered when it walked.

How old do these monsters get to be? “There’s just me, nastier teenier bug, but don’t worry, I’ll squish you quickly and you can join your friends.”

“No hut-dweller has such strength.” It hissed but Einarr already leaped aside. Angrily, it hissed again. Thorns shot rapidly but missed Einarr.

Einarr shook his head in disgust leaning against a tree. “Sluggish, aren’t you and what terrible aim. Over here, stupid. Are they worried they’ll lose more warriors so they sent you, the expendable one?”

She howled, annoyed. Einarr smirked and waved his sword in a small figure eight pattern which angered her even more. She charged and he swung, but she leaped and landed away from him. Again, she came at him and he jabbed at her. He only grazed her and she skipped backwards. This continued for a while when Einarr realized that she just toyed with him, that perhaps her partner went to retrieve more of them.

She sprinted towards him, and he swung but on his haunches and sliced a forepaw. She wailed and lunged at him. He pierced underneath her left wing. She reeled then jumped at him and he slashed her belly.

Now vulnerable and in outraged she muttered, gasping, “It is against our law to slay a Great One.”

Einarr sneered. “Never met any of you that I’d call great and I don’t obey your laws.” Einarr pointed at her with his left hand.

She mustered more strength and saw the green streak on his inner arm. “Grandus Draconus,” she screeched. Taking the time to sum up her enemy; she wheezed and sank down to await her end. She pointed a claw at him, as comprehension sunk in. “You can only be the Lone Hero. I meet my doom as foretold.”

Grasping the sword in both hands, madness captured his mind, and he rushed forward and jammed the weapon down deeply through her head.