Bolin felt Jinora breathing heavily by him, he wrapped his arms around her, trying to soothe her. He heard the dragon outside, sniffing around, trying to find out where his prey could have possibly gone to.

"Are you alright," Bolin asked Jinora. Her face was scrunched up in horror, looking like see was trying very hard not out, to give away their location.

"Yeah, we'll get through this, I know we will," she said. Jinora was so hopeful, it was nice,.that she didn't think that they were doomed, because Bolin sure as hell did.

A loud roar rage through the hall, and with that, Bolin knew that Ben Dan's formor body had found them. It press against the wall, it's body much to large to knock down the door. No he was trying to destroy the entire wall. Boil felt Jinora's heart positively jumping out of her chest. He couldn't blame her, he felt the same.

"I'll keep us safe," Bolin whispered. "I won't let anything happen to you." Bolin only hoped he would be able to keep that promise. And the way things were going, well, it wasn't that likely.

The dragon contiued to pound against the wall, dust was filling the air, stinging Bolin's eyes and make them water. There were starting to be large cracks were the plaster was breaking apart.

Bolin remembered what he could do, that he could rip apart twice his size with his bare hands. He had the power of a dragon, amd it only that he used it against one.

"Come and get me!" Bolin yelled to the beast outside.

"Bolin, what are you doing?" yelled Jinora.

"Keeping you safe," he said, casting one more look at her over his shoulder before swinging open the door and rushing out to meet the beast.

"You wanted me? Yeah, well, here I am!" Bolin shouted over the beast's growling. His breath got faster, as his heart increased. His palms got sweaty and he started to loose his nerve. The dragon roared, causing Bolin's hair to be swept back. That woke him up.

Bolin took a fighting stance, his arms in fist in front of him, his feet shoulder width apart, just like Mako taught him. He had to win this, for Jinora, Korra, and Mako. The people that meant the most to him.

The dragon came at him and Bolin quickly got out of the way, the cramped hallway that they were in was not exactly allowing him much room.

Bolin landed at the dragons side, hoping that it wouldn't just lean over and crush him like an ant. This fight would be over as quickly as it started. Which would be kind of embarrassing.

The dragon tried to turn around, giving Bolin a little bit off room to wiggle out and jump on the back of the massive beast. It growled in anger and tried to turn around once again, to nip and Bolin, like he was a pesty bug.

Bolin grabbed on to a single rather large spike on the the back of the dragon. As soon as he did, Bolin felt electricity coarse through hks veins, enough to kill someone. It didn't for him, he Just felt... something. It made him feel powerful.

Out of the counor of his eye, he could see Jinora run from the closet and across the hall to safety. Bolin let out a sigh of relief. At least he would know she isn't in danger anymore.

Bolin crawled up to the ear of the gaint, pulling and tearing at the thin but strong flesh, in hopes of maybe causing some damage onto the dragon.

Even with Bolin's massive strength, he still couldn't do anything but cause the dragon to buck and growl even more. Bolin started to slide of the Ben Dan's head. As he felt his body sliding done, Bolin started to scream, knowing that if he fell of, there wasn't a very high chance that he wouldn't get crushed under the large feet of the giant.

He took deep breathes to calm his nerves, hoping to remain aware of what he was doing and not sink into an oblivion. If he did, he knew that there was no way that he would ever get up.

Bolin swung his legs around, trying to remain firmly seated onto the dragon's neck. The dragon swung his head around, it's mouth inches away from biting Bolin's leg.

"Whoa!" Bolin yelled, letting go for a brief second, then realizing what he did, grabbed back onto the dragon's neck again. He signed, hoping that it wouldn't happen again.

"You see that? You see that! There's no way that you can knock me off!" Bolin yelled to the dragon. As if to disprove Bolin's statement, the dragon jumped up, bonking his head on the ceiling. Bolin held on to it's ear, his feet dangling in the air. His screams rage throughout the hallway, mixing with the dragon's growls and roars.

The dragon landed back on the ground, his feet making a small rumble as soon as they hit the ground. Dust fell from the ceiling. When Bolin thought about it, riding this dragon was kind of like riding those bucking animals at the fair, the kind that tried to knock you off. Maybe if he got out of this, he would join up as one of those, nothing could knock him off after this.

It walked down the hallway, all the while Bolin was yelling at the top of his lungs, "NO, no, don't do that. Stay in this hall!" The dragon didn't listen. Why couldn't just this once, the dragon listen to the wise word of Bolin.

He was worried that the dragon would go into a more populated area, one where Verrick, or even worse, Jinora could be. Even one of the extras Verrick brought, he couldn't blamed for any lives lost because he couldn't keep the dragon contained.

Speaking of which, where are the soldiers that Verrick brought, they should have heard the dragon by now. Maybe they were deaf, or cowards, or even worse, just plain stupid. Why would Verrick hire men that can't even do their jobs.

Just around the hall, Bolin could hear shouting around the corner.

"Hey, hey, over here!" Bolin yelled, holing on to dear life onto the ear of the dragon. He could see the soldiers coming around, nets and sticks and other weapons. Bolin thanked whatever gods would listen.

The men, with a smaller amount of women, threw net over the dragon. A strong looking older women used some sort of shot for the dragon.

The dragon stopped lashing around and snuck down to the ground, a loud thump sounded arcoss the small hallway. As soon as the large beast was full relaxed and stopped moving, Bolin let go and slid to the ground, his knees shaking slightly.

Bolin lifted the net, suprised at the lightness as the netting. He slipped under and came face-to-face with the women with the needle.

"Thanks, I didn't know how long I would be able to hold on if it wasn't for you," he said, rsther bashful.

"Are you Bolin?' she asked. He nodded. She looked and to men behind Bolin. Before he could turn around, Bolin felt the end of a needle peirce his skin.

He couldnt lash out, couldn't do anything, he snuck to his knees, a word on the tip of his tounge before he fell into a deep, dark sleep.

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