Chapter 16:A Land That Always Burns Pt2

Asher now walked alone, only the distant roars of the fire belt sounded in his ears. As he explored uphill towards the direction of the infamous Mt Malefor in search of Cynder. With Hunter searching to his right and Sparx looking to his left, there was bound to be some sort of progress. The Burning Lands was a large place, but easy to explore since Grublins appeared all but extinct around the area. So Asher felt no further threat after the wall of flames, it was only a matter of patience.

All there was to do is walk and look, he was ready to move the moment the bracelet started to glow. This did in fact make him tense and alarmed, even the light crispy crush of ash under his feet made him almost jump. On top of that, the mere sight of the mountain was making him on edge. The memories and noises he remembered threaten to claw their way to the surface of his thoughts. So he forcibly kept his eyes to the ground as often as possible, searching each stone and ash.

He even gave a small kick to knock up some ash as the silence began to get boring. Nothing but ash, fire, lava and obsidian to keep him company, and soon he came upon a flat piece of land. Every inch of it was covered and surrounded with large chunks of stone and obsidian. All of which were hot to the touch, but Asher saw something more out of the rocky field. Boredom could make him on edge, unfocused, and over confident, a quick means of releasing that boredom was needed.

So he made it into the middle of the field and slowly cracked his claws with a slow breath. He then went still and solid for a moment, before taking off towards the first rock he saw. The first incoming punch already helped him loosen up, filling his heart full of steam to cancel out the boredom. The molten rock shattered, sending smokey pieces of stone flying with a bit of fire. He then side stepped and swung a mid kick that split a piece of obsidian in two with a loud crack.

"This is going to take a long time…! Need to let out steam!"He spoke to himself as he rushed to the rock, punching and kicking each one with a respectable amount of power.

He let his attacks flow with each other, swinging in one direction before spin kicking in another. Some were even kicked into the air before he jumped and struck them in mid air. He would shatter them with well timed fists and land before the rubble and pebbles landed around him. It wasn't too long before he was running out of rocks and obsidian to break, thankfully he was starting to feel more calm. He just felt the urge to smash one more piece of rock to cool down and reestablish his patience.

He easily spotted a lone slab like piece of obsidian sticking out, and he immediately went for it. The slab looked a bit smaller than the others, so less power seemed necessary. But as he connected with a leaping jab against the slab of obsidian, it showed a stunning resilience to his punch. He became immediately alarmed and jumped back to assess what just happened before his eyes. Obsidian was a surprisingly solid material, but this piece felt like the purest of steel against his knuckles.

He stood there for a moment, wondering about the cause of this one's strangely more sturdy mass. So he decided to test it further by running to the strange piece of obsidian with a strong kick. It rattled the slab, making it vibrate and wriggle, but even a solid kick barely even made a scratch in it.

"What the hell…?"He expressed some confusion as he looked at both sides to assess it even more.

He then decided to offer just a plain old knock against the slab of obsidian as if it was a door. It vibrated again, and this time, Asher could see it move a little while a smell suddenly began to emanate. It smelled of ash, embers and smoke, but there was something else he could not make out. So he offered yet another knock, and this time, more than just the obsidian slab moved. He felt the field beneath him start to rumble and move like the slab, and that's when he realized what was happening.

"That isn't a piece of obsidian!"He concluded, and quickly flew up and out of the field of destroyed rocks.

He landed, and looked back just in time to see the slab disappear into the field of ash. Once it had vanished, the ash started to jump and fly all over the place, as if something was trapped under the surface. This prompted Asher to back away as the ground suddenly pulled away from him. Before the ash started rolling off what appeared to be some sort of giant serpent emerging. But a closer inspection of it's shocking size and tip full of colossal sized obsidian slabs, it was not a serpent, it was a tail.

As the ash and rocks cleared off it, spikes began to appear from the top of the tail. As it lifted up slowly, showing off It's enormous size that could be compared to a whale. It swung down and slammed into the ash, causing a wave of the substance to rise up and rush towards Asher. He was quick to fly up and barely scale over the wave of ash, before looking back to see even more. The tail revealed it's red color with black stripes going down alongside the spikes, the black dragon was surprised.

But his viewing of the tail was immediately interrupted by a rumbling that raised from right behind him. He turned around, and met a wave of ash falling off an even bigger mass. He raised his arms up to keep the ash out of his eyes, while peeking through to see what he was facing. The shadow of what rested below the land finally came forth, before blazing red and orange eyes opened up right in front of him. These were the eyes of not a serpent or lizard, but the eyes of the last creature he expected.

With a deep and thunderous growl, the fire light of the Burning Land's barrier revealed what he faced. Even when flying and facing it from fifty feet up, it greatly over shadowed him. As the face was freed from ash, revealing immense jaws with a smoking snout tipped by a horn. Tiny spikes were crowned around the sides of it's head, it had no horns like the others, but it's size was unique. Once it's gargantuan wings sprouted out from the ground and nearly covered the sun, there was no mistaking it.

"A…dragon…?"Asher stammered as the giant dragon revealed itself, standing very tall, possibly hundreds of feet in height.

The more it raised out of the ground, the more detail he could see as the dragon looked down to Asher. It took a big breath, it's red torso with streaks of black expanded with it's mighty breath. There were small tears and holes in it's fanned out wings, but they appeared to be capable of flying still. The underbelly was orange with a diamond shape spot of black in the chest as the dragon exhaled. Before bringing it's giant head as close as it could possibly be brought in front of Asher.

"The guys will never believe this unless they see it… Ok, real question now… Are you friend or foe?"Asher wondered about how to make contact with the gargantuan dragon as it's throat rattled.

"EN VEN EFTER AL DENNE TID! OG DET ER EN DRAGE IKKE MINDRE,"The dragon spoke with a booming deep voice that was strong on the ears,"ER DU DEN ENESTA HER?! ER DER INGEN ANDRE?!"

Asher was frozen in place for a moment while his ears rung like bells. He needed a moment to rub at his ears before looking up to the mountainous reptile, as it waited for an answer. But there was one issue, Asher did not know the language the dragon suddenly spoke in place of English.

"Uh… You wouldn't perhaps know English, would you? That's all I know!"Asher decided to test the dragon and see if he really did only know this different language.

"GRUBLINS ER NAER, DE MA IKKE KENDE MINE ORD,"It responded to Asher's reply, while it's eyes suddenly scoped around the entire Burning Lands,"JEG MA IKKE TALE ELLER BLIVE OPDAGET AF DISSE DAEMONER!"

"All I got out of that was Grublins! Are there Grublins still in the Burning Lands?"Asher caught wind of one word, and decided to see what else he could get out of the gargantuan beast.

"JA! OG DE HAR JAGET MIG SIDEN MALEFORS DOD,"There was a bit more pep in his voice once the questions about the Grublins came into the picture,"DE VIL FANGE MIG OG BRUGE MIN KROP SOM ET MIDDEL TIL AT GENOPLIVE DERES MORKE HERRE!"

"Malefor…? You got some sort of tie to the dark master? You his friend or something?"Asher noted the mentioning of Malefor, but he certainly mixed up the relationships between the dragon and Malefor.

"INGEN! JEG VILLE ALDRIG TJENE ELLER VAERE VENLIG MED SADAN EN ONDSKABSFULD OG GRUSOM MONSTER SOM-"The dragon released a moment of rage in his response before stopping itself with a deep and somber sigh,"UGH… DER ER IKKE NOGET MERE JEG KAN SIGE TIL DIG… IKKE MENS GRUBLINS ER PA PROWL!"

"I'll take all that as a no then?"Asher safely assumed while rubbing at his ears to bring the ability to hear back into them.

The dragon's expression slowly turned solemn as he started lowering his massive head. His wings lowered and slapped down into the ashen grounds along with his club like tail. Ash splashed all over it's body as it wriggled and shook to dig it's body into the ground to cover it up. It grabbed claw fulls of ash and spread it all over his head, but this time it kept it's eyes and mouth uncovered. As it laid down on it's belly like a dog, and remained in place as Asher flew down from the air.

He landed before the giant and stood before it's snout while it's eyes watched him. Asher did not know what else to say, and it looked like the giant dragon was done chatting up with him. But this was a unique and interesting being that stood before him, and perhaps he had information that Asher sought. But there was also the issue about the language barrier between the two of them. He did not know the language the dragon spoke, and it appeared that it was the only language the dragon knew.

"Look, maybe there's a way for us to help each other! Can't you at least give me a sign or something,"Asher questioned, but this time the dragon did not respond to him,"Come on, a minute ago you didn't want to stop blowing out my ear drum, and now you're all quiet?"

The dragon chose not to speak any more, but he was still willing to listen to the black dragon. After all this was the first some what friendly contact he's had with anything in a long time. So Asher was at least worth listening to instead of going back to sleep under the landscape.

"Look, if you're not a friend of Malefor, I take it you're not a fan of Grublins either,"Asher assumed as he got a snort out of the dragon before steam left it's nostrils,"Maybe I could destroy them? In exchange, maybe you can at least tell me about any other dragons that passed by?"

The offer was tempting, but after what the massive dragon witnessed of the Grublins. He showed a bit of fear for what they might do to Asher if he was found, this dragon knew their cruelty all too well. So it remained silent, and this started to irritate the black dragon by the lack of cooperation.

"Look! I got a sister to find, and the gauntlet I wear said she came to THIS area,"Asher started to yell at the dragon as his own tail whipped around and struck the ground he stood on,"Can't you tell me something?! Anything?! What happened here?! How did you come to be here?! Why are you hiding from probably the last of the Grublins?!"

Once again, there was no answer from the dragon as it released a breath full of smoke. But then a thought struck, and an idea came forth from that thought, a way to speak with Asher. So the moment Asher scoffed and turned his back to take a seat, the dragon decided to try the idea.

Asher simply ignored the dragon, wondering what came next since this appeared to be a lost cause. While the dragon cracked it's mouth open and took in a big deep breath that nearly sucked in piles of ash. Before it was able to release a stream of white and red outlined flames into the ground. It's eyes focused as it began to carve and draw in the ash itself, Asher didn't even notice it for the first few minutes. Only by a small hot spark hitting the back of his head manage to stir up Asher.

The spark felt like a mere slap to the back of his head, and it annoyed him. He shot up and turned around as the dragon finished his drawing, his jaws closed up and he went back to staring at Asher.

"Is there some sort of issue you have with me?! Because I can give you one! Size don't matter to me!"The giant found intrigue in the black dragon's boldness and even took a tiny bit more precaution with his new friend.

He then simply shot his eyes down towards the ground, gesturing to what he drew with his fire. It took only a second for Asher to notice the gesture and look down to see what the giant dragon saw. And what it drew was certainly impressive, it looked a lot like a portrait full of pictures. Each piece of the portrait appeared to be telling a story, much like those comics the children read these days. He looked to the giant dragon, and decided to humor the big fella by finding where the story started.

He found it at the top left of the portrait, and started to piece the story together.

"So… You lived here many ages ago, even before Malefor's time. Everything was different,"Asher read the first picture that had a drawing of the large dragon breathing fire towards the mountain,"The belt of fire didn't block you off or destroy all that visited you. But then Malefor came."

He went from one picture to the one next to it, where a dark colored picture of Malefor roaring from the mountain appeared. While tiny specks that were deemed the Grublins marched down from it, the giant looked on in fear. The third picture was below the first one where the dragon ultimately took shelter under the ashen landscape.

"With his darkness corrupting your land, you took shelter beneath your home,"Asher read the pictures as a soft groan left the titan like reptile,"You knew his darkness would do to you what it did to your home. You made a good move to keep yourself from becoming a formidable foe to the realm."

The forth one was the most interesting, for it appeared that the dragon did in fact witness Spyro and Cynder. Their tiny pictures were hard to miss as they traveled through the lands to face the dark master. And once they had left the vicinity, the sun began to shine for his land once more. This was the sign that Malefor was defeated, and his lands were free from his tyranny. But there were Grublins that manage to stay behind, desperate to find a host to revive their fallen lord.

He went to the fifth and final picture in the portrait, and it was the more obvious picture to be understood. It was a simple picture of the dragon waking up to meet Asher in the air. The first bit of contact that he's had with a friendly face in many years, it was all that he could recall.

"This actually explains a lot. But… Why are you still hiding if Malefor is dead now?"Asher still had one more honest question after what he learned.

The dragon grumbled before Asher remembered that it mentioned Grublins. But that was hardly an excuse to continue hiding long since the danger passed years ago, it made no sense.

"You're not going to hide from Grublins are you? They're no threat to you,"Asher persisted and began to annoy the dragon by pointing out his fear,"What are a few Grublins gonna do? You could crush them under your feet with no effort what so ever. You could tear a golem in two if you got up off your ass and do something about your home."

With Asher going on a tirade about the dragon's choice to keep hiding, regret was starting to kick in. But now that he had talked up an ear splitting conversation, it was Asher's turn to talk. Whether he liked the criticism or not, it was better than the Grublins ever finding him.

"Your home isn't going to get better unless you stop hiding and start fixing it,"Asher continued on while the dragon closed his eyes and try to block out his voice,"You can ignore me all you want, but it won't fix the issue… I've tried that before, and it didn't work. So I'm trying something else."

Asher waited for an answer, but it didn't come, only a big ash kicking sigh left the dragon.

"You won't get your home back unless you do something about it… If you really care about this land, you'll stop being afraid and save it,"Asher pushed one last time to get some sort of guts growing in the dragon,"If a dragon my size can willingly search this whole realm for his long lost sister. Then a titan like you should easily be able to take back your home…!"

"JEG VILLE ONSKE DET VAR SA SIMPELT…"The dragon grumbled out his words as quietly as he could before laying back down.

Asher gave a scoff, and decided to just ignore the dragon while taking a seat in the ashes. As interesting as the giant was, so far he proved useless and pitiful to look at. His fear for a group of Grublins felt like an insult to dragon kind itself, he wanted to just get up and leave the fearful titan of a dragon. But something about this old dragon forced him to remain with the giant reptile. So he decided to at least give it ten minutes before moving on, just maybe, the ancient dragon would find the guts to take back his home.

Meanwhile at the east of the Burning Land's, Hunter was also on his own little search across the land of ash and fire. He was breaking into a sweat and he only had so much water at his disposal. He remained strong however, and remained focused on the task rather than his current condition. He was not experiencing any form of dehydration or heat strokes, so he was more than capable of handling the land. Plus a break from Sparx and Asher fighting was quite a nice touch.

Never did he think that he would actually be in this land that was always burning and blanketed by ash. Yet here he was, traversing the nearly impossible Burning Lands to find his old friends. And this was only the first of potentially many places that he would go to on their search.

"Hmm, I wonder if a book should be written to document this journey…"He stopped for a moment and wondered if a small activity would be necessary to let this journey be known to all of the Dragon Realm.

Suddenly, he heard some distant rumbles in the distance back towards the north west. With it came the deep rumbling sounds that sounded like words, these were quite the loud words. His eyes widen, for he actually knew this language from his days of deep studying in school. He easily translated the loud words, speaking of Grublins that were on the prowl, searching for whoever owned that booming voice. Curiosity was beginning to show, Hunter had to see what was speaking in the distance.

"I'm sure Asher probably found whatever is speaking these words. Surely he wouldn't mind my back up."Hunter admitted his curiosity, and decided to start making his way towards Asher's location.

However, he only made it about four steps before he froze in place to a change in the atmosphere. As hot as this land was, a sudden dark chill tingled the back of his head and neck. Once the fur on his neck was raising, the warning signs set him off, and Hunter immediately drew his bow. His keen eyes darted all around his current field of vision, looking for the enemy he sensed. Then he heard the grumbles and the laughter before the ash was kicking up and moving from behind.

He whirled around, sweeping out an arrow from his quiver and pulling it back in his bow. Just in time to see the expected creatures of the hour, Grublins, disfigured, vile, and demonic scum. They dug their way out of the ashened land, growling and grumbling with daggers drawn. Some immediately roared and sneered, seeing an Avalarian of all things in their old home. They began to speak among themselves, wondering how Hunter was here, and how they were going to dispose of him.

"So there really are some Grublins alive in the Burning Lands. How interesting."Hunter looked around, wondering which Grublin would get the first arrow through his skull.

"Avalarians shouldn't be here…! They're aren't known for taking the heat very well."A Grublin decided to be the one to speak to Hunter in a mocking tone.

"I'm managing just fine. You Grublins however look a bit worse for wear."Hunter noticed that the Grublin group of twelve appeared weak and even a bit cracked and crusty from old wounds and age.

"The passing of the dark master has made us groan frail and sickly. We barely live any more…!"Another Grublin ranted before others growled at him for talking.

"We need our dark master back, so how's about it? Why don't you help us and we will spare you in kind?"The lead Grublin at the front of the pack decided to offer a chance at safe exploration.

"Dealing with Grublins usually isn't my style… But… What exactly is it that you want?"Hunter was skeptical of their half baked deal offering, but curiosity for their endeavor took it's place.

"We need a dragon host for our master! A big and powerful dragon! We've been searching for him!"The Grublin responded as Hunter's eyes turned sharp and defensive.

"We lost the big dragon ages ago! We can't find him anywhere! He was deemed a perfect new body for Malefor."Another grunt of a Grublin explained further, while Asher came to Hunter's mind.

"You help us find the dragon, and we let you scower our land for loot!"One more grunt tried to sweeten the deal, but Hunter only put up his defenses even higher.

"Well now… I think it be best that we remain enemies. Especially if you're after Asher."Hunter decided and swung his bow over to a red hot chunk of rock that came from the mountain.

His arrow lit on fire, and he swung it back towards the crowd of Grublins. At first he felt he could fight the Grublins himself, but he was out numbered, and these ones looked experienced. They may be weak, but experienced foes were the most formidable, he could not be brave here.

"Then it looks like we have an Avalarian to burn…! You were a fool to raid our home base!"The lead Grublin sighed and pulled out a scimitar to accept Hunter's challenge.

"The only fools here… Are the ones standing before me…!"Hunter remarked and made his move by aiming his bow into the air.

He fired the burning arrow into the air, letting it soar into the sky where it's glow would be spotted. Sparx had found nothing in his flight to the east, and was easily able to spot the arrow. He gasped, seeing it was an arrow, warning that it was Hunter that was in need of assistance. He was quick to fly to the west, hoping to do what he could to help, even when all he wielded was a tooth pick like weapon. Asher on the other hand nearly missed the arrow if not for his new friend seeing it first.

The giant felt the glint of the arrow hit his right eye before looking up to see the flare like signal. He growled at first, only to remember the new friend he had at his side, so perhaps he could help. Nothing a quick growl and grunt of foreign words couldn't do to gain Asher's attention.

"PIL PA HIMLEN! NOGEN ER I BESVAER!"The giant dragon's voice shook Asher out of his thoughts and startled him to his feet.

"What?! Look pal, I don't understand what you're saying! You really try to learn how to talk the eng-"Asher ranted, but pause the moment he saw the burning arrow disappear behind the ashen hills,"Hunter…! Looks like he found the Grublins you were talking about…!"

The dragon's eyes widened, just hearing that the enemy was growing near. But Asher popped his knuckles and scoffed at the giant the moment he saw the titan grumble and even quiver.

"You can just lay down, hide in your ash like a coward and do whatever. I have comrades to save,"Asher decided to leave the behemoth of a dragon with some cold hard words,"I expected more from a gigantic dragon of your obvious strength and experience."

Strong air blasted out of the giant's nose as he groaned at the harsh words of one so small. On top of that, the only company he had was now leaving for a friend of his own. More than likely, this was the very Grublins that were currently hunting for him who now may have found Asher's friend. The shame only grew, and it's head started to bury in the ash to hide what he did. But it was then that Asher was trapped in his own little situation as the ashy landscape exploded in front of both of them.

The black dragon jumped back just as even more Grublins were sprouting right before him. Some were red, some were green, but all of them looked weak and frail like the others. Then an even taller one burst from the land, he looked to be in far better condition than the small ones. But he was much more hideous, with large needle like spines poking up through his spine and a lower jaw longer than the upper jaw. This gangly tall Grublin sported a crown of elk like antlers on his head.

It was easy enough to tell that he was clearly the leader, seeing as his height nearly matched Hunter's. With a sigh, it immediately recognized what stood before him, an old prisoner of Malefor. He growled while pointing a bony and twitchy finger directly at Asher.

"You…! You finally made it out of your egg…! And long after Malefor's passing no less,"He hissed with an elderly voice that could match that of an old witch,"Just how did you manage to escape? The amber was never meant to break, regardless of it's age…!"

"That's my business, wanna tell me yours and I might do the same?"Asher offered, and the Grubling grumbled before complying with the request.

"We're looking for a dragon. A big one in particular."The large demon like creature decided to admit their business.

"Well, I don't know what kind of big you're talking. I'm a solid ten feet if that means anything."Asher assumed it was him they were after, given he was a prisoner of the dark master.

"Oh no… We're talking big…! Bigger than any dragon has ever been before,"The lead Grublin decided to slowly approach Asher as he foretold of the dragon,"We're talking a size that matches that of great titans children hear about from the depths of hell…! A dragon full of immense muscle and size that crumbled everything in it's path! Smolder The Goliath Fire Dragon!"

"That's a nice title. Hardly deserving of it though… What do you want with a giant dragon?"Asher questioned with a raised eye brow, learning a bit about the giant dragon.

"Our master may be gone, but his soul still remains. Looking for a way to return to the Dragon Realm,"The Grublin explained their purpose for being on this hunt,"The Well Of Souls allowed us to retrieve his soul, but now there's no body to put it in. At least until we first caught a glimpse of Smolder."

"So…you wanna use a gigantic dragon's body to revive a twelve foot power hungry jackass,"Asher concluded with a less than impressed look that wanted to burst with laughter at how illogical it sounded,"That's never going to happen in a million years. There's no way a soul could take over a body that big."

"Well there's always our recently discovered second option, standing right in front of us,"The Grublin laughed, while his chuckling lackies drew their scimitars and falcions,"Now either tell us where Smolder is, or we'll just use you instead…!"

"Really? Ok, I tell you where he is,"The massive dragon held it's breath in fear, thinking he was about to get exposed,"He's down the road of, screw you! And around the corner of, go to hell!"

"Well… We have our answer, and our new host for the dark master…!"The leader decided, and pulled out a jagged and twisted bastard sword from his back.

"Right… Let's just see how well that works out for-"The black dragon stopped, and moved his shoulder down to avoid taking a thrust to the shoulder.

He locked the blade in between his shoulder and head, taking a small cut to the cheek in exchange. He let his left arm puff up before gripping the leader's arm, locking him in Asher's grasp. The shock was real, for they had never experienced such keen timing and speed since Spyro and Cynder.

"Not bad, almost got me there. Now it's my turn."Asher responded before clenching a right fist up.

His right arm expanded with muscle, allowing him to throw quite the jab. It's impact shattered the Grublin's nose and destroyed his left eye before sending him flying back. The force was enough to make him slammed into his group of Grublin minions, while his arm remained in the grasp of Asher. It was no longer attached to it's owner, so it served no other purpose as he tossed it aside. Letting it burn away, leaving his sword to lay in the ground as the Grublin frantically stood up.

"You'll wish you had never left the confines of your egg! Seize him!"The Grublin held his injured eye while yelling commands to his group.

The grublins roared for blood, and charged at Asher as he readied for a fight. At last he was about to get a lot more to destroy, and it was a band of Grublins no less, perfect for getting some pent up rage out. On top of that, he now understood why Smolder the dragon was hiding all this time. It still was not justified, but at least he understood the situation, and he knew better than to let such scum do anything to his own kind. So with a leap that allowed him to kick a jumper's head into the ash, the battle began.

He manage to slug two on his left and one on the right before grabbing another. He just avoided getting his arm slashed before swinging Grublin into another and jumping to avoid a stab in the back. He then leg swept two and kicked one into the others while the other was able to slam to it's back. Only to get his head smashed to pieces by a strong curb stomp, it's magma like blood sprayed against the ashes. Smolder only looked on with one wide eye, witnessing the strength of a dragon who was so tiny compared to him.

Grublins stilled approached, jabbing and trying to put pressure on Asher. They still had the superior numbers, and operated as such as they searched for an opportunity to strike. While their master was able to walk over and retrieve his great sword, and wield it once more in his left hand. He saw that Asher was focused on the minions, and found the opportunity to strike. He got into a thrusting stance, and charged with all his might towards the back of Asher, hoping to land the crippling blow.

His hope was to take out Asher's means of flying away, if it was possible, he hoped to take him alive. But Asher was not about to let that happen, and barely caught a glimpse of the incoming attack on a dagger. He reacted by smacking the dagger out of it's holder's grip, and catching it in the air. Before turning around to block and divert the sword into the ground where it stuck. Before delivering another swift punch to the lead Grublin's nose to force him back again.

This however proved costly, for his back was then open to another Grublin's attack. The opportunity was taken, and a

Grublin leaped over it's brothers to drive a scimitar into Asher's shoulder. The dragon roared and braved the searing pain as he snatched the attacker up by his neck. The rage his wound filled him with allowed his fist to alight with fire before he put it to use. Squeezing his back stabbers neck till his head popped like a toothpaste cap.

He then kicked the grublin away before yanking out the blade in his shoulder. Before backing up a bit to assess all the enemies before him, at that moment, the leader recovered from the blow. Before he walked in front of his team of Grublins, and pointed the sword at Asher.

"Just like your dear sister, Cynder. Fighting the inevitable to the very end,"The large Grublin sneered as Asher stood tall and tossed the scimitar aside,"I hope challenging us was worth it, young pawn…!"

"Trust me, the only thing that's going to end here is you!"Asher warned before both parties ran to each other to clash once more.

Time to fight some Grublins, and get a little pay back for Cynder. It's time for some more action, and it's time to protect a colossal dragon from Malefor's servants. Hoping you're all enjoying the story and how it's kicking off. So stay awesome every one.