His golden eyes swept the room and run over the millions of denos of gold and silver that were scattered on the floor forming small hills and large hills in some corners.
He could easily play away any lot of coins and relics that were ahead. If it did, I would die by the blow or buried, and there would be the end, but dragons are too proud for that. He wanted to see my face while I was killing. I should take it, but how? The lowest of his claws was the size of my arm and his teeth, larger than my sword.
- Do you know why I like you - he said, calmamente- came here to have fun and not have fun the years.
Slipped to a nearby pile and then a column, leaving behind perfume bags to confuse your nose.
- Te fun imminent death - I answer, more confident than it really was.
Dokim laughed. His laughter filled the cave, making her shiver and producing echoes.
- I've killed over a thousand riders, generals, commanders and kings. What makes you think you can kill me? - His voice was hoarse now of laughter and her earlier words still echoed in my mind.
- No one lives forever, neither man nor creature. What makes you think you can - I replied with confidence, but my hands shook as he held the hilt of his sword. He laughed again, and this time I could feel the cruelty filling the air.
- Get ready, little man, get ready, I'll show unimaginable terrors and when I'm done with you, it will be just another one of those killed.