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The group pounded onto the roof covered by turrets of stone. The dragon was farther below so they had very little time. Alex was already at the supported crossbow. Quinn was shouting orders at the bustling workers.
"Bring up the arrows.careful, don't trip! Now get down to the lower rooms and keep safe. Go now!"
The others darted inside.
"Sure you'll be OK?" Gerald said, pausing at the door. Quinn stopped panicking for a moment to smile at him.
"I'll be OK, Gerald. You look after the others- keep 'em calm."
"Right," the boy replied and sprinted back down the steps, leaving the door ajar for his friends. Alex looked up at Quinn as he loaded the first deadly arrow.
"It's Merciless," she was saying. The man looked up sharply.
"It's a dragon. So?"
"No, no," his wife said in exasperation, "An old dragon. Very old. Van Dant and I.we saw it before! That's Merciless, the biggest female dragon. What's she doing over England?"
"Do we need to worry about that now?"
As Quinn spoke, there was a shriek and a huge rush of hot air. Merciless the dragon rose up above them, her sleek red scales shimmering gold in the sunlight. Her eyes were the colour of mountains and her spikes looked like mighty black pine trees trailing along her spine. Her shadow cast a cold wave over the two figures under her. Merciless screamed again and arched back her neck, hovering just over the watchtower, preparing for the dive. A window.
"Shoot, for God's sake, now, do it!" shouted Quinn. As the last word left his lips, the arrow streaked up into the air, giving off a faint whistling sound. It raced through the atmosphere, cleaving the oxygen like a blade through snow. Merciless veered but not far enough. The container and its carrier plunged into the side of her ear. Quinn covered his ears, as there was a bloodcurdling wail. It ripped from the dragon's throat as she dropped down. Alex was gaping over the crossbow.
"But it isn't dead!" she shouted, "We shot in the wrong place."
"Load another!" Quinn yelled, obeying his own command. But too late. Merciless had already gained height and was limping into the clouds, leaving her final outraged scream ringing behind her.
"Still alive," breathed Quinn. He looked over at Alex. "What is it doing over England?"
The group pounded onto the roof covered by turrets of stone. The dragon was farther below so they had very little time. Alex was already at the supported crossbow. Quinn was shouting orders at the bustling workers.
"Bring up the arrows.careful, don't trip! Now get down to the lower rooms and keep safe. Go now!"
The others darted inside.
"Sure you'll be OK?" Gerald said, pausing at the door. Quinn stopped panicking for a moment to smile at him.
"I'll be OK, Gerald. You look after the others- keep 'em calm."
"Right," the boy replied and sprinted back down the steps, leaving the door ajar for his friends. Alex looked up at Quinn as he loaded the first deadly arrow.
"It's Merciless," she was saying. The man looked up sharply.
"It's a dragon. So?"
"No, no," his wife said in exasperation, "An old dragon. Very old. Van Dant and I.we saw it before! That's Merciless, the biggest female dragon. What's she doing over England?"
"Do we need to worry about that now?"
As Quinn spoke, there was a shriek and a huge rush of hot air. Merciless the dragon rose up above them, her sleek red scales shimmering gold in the sunlight. Her eyes were the colour of mountains and her spikes looked like mighty black pine trees trailing along her spine. Her shadow cast a cold wave over the two figures under her. Merciless screamed again and arched back her neck, hovering just over the watchtower, preparing for the dive. A window.
"Shoot, for God's sake, now, do it!" shouted Quinn. As the last word left his lips, the arrow streaked up into the air, giving off a faint whistling sound. It raced through the atmosphere, cleaving the oxygen like a blade through snow. Merciless veered but not far enough. The container and its carrier plunged into the side of her ear. Quinn covered his ears, as there was a bloodcurdling wail. It ripped from the dragon's throat as she dropped down. Alex was gaping over the crossbow.
"But it isn't dead!" she shouted, "We shot in the wrong place."
"Load another!" Quinn yelled, obeying his own command. But too late. Merciless had already gained height and was limping into the clouds, leaving her final outraged scream ringing behind her.
"Still alive," breathed Quinn. He looked over at Alex. "What is it doing over England?"