Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter fourteen
Iain woke with a start.
There was a loud crack.
The red dragon beside him lifted his head quickly.
He turned his scaly head in the direction of the disturbance.
His eyes widened as he saw the blonde knight with a bow.
An arrow rested dangerously close to the position of the previously sleeping dragon.
The American pouted, noticing the arrow missed.
Archery wasn't his best subject. He preferred swordsmanship.
The Russian sigh annoyed from his hidden cover in the trees. The arrow tips were magical and very expensive. He did not wish to waste them.
The dragon stood but didn't move from the roof.
Francis was lying in defence on the roof with his hands on his head protectively, out of view from the two attackers, having waked up when the dragon moved. He could see Iain standing in front of him to protect him.
The dragon smirked at the flimsy looking arrow. The knight was stupider than he looked if he thought arrows would be better than a sword.
Ivan smiled as he watched the dragon smugly stand his ground. The red creature obviously didn't realise that the arrows were charmed. Once the foolish dragon was struck and knew he could be harm, it would flee like every other dragon though.
He had told the knight that once the arrow had hit he had to act very rapidly to prevent its escape.
The blonde pulled the string of the bow back and took a slightly better aim, sticking his tongue out in deep concentration.
The arrow was released.
It headed to the chest.
The dragon ducked out of the way and dove at the knight, focusing on the blonde. He did not realise there was a second attacker lurking in the woods.
The knight dropped the bow in surprise and his remaining arrows scattered. He lifted a shield just in time to avoid the blow.
The dragon landed between the tower and the knight. It growled at the knight annoyed. The knight glared before lunging forward.
The fight continued as it had last time.
The dragon appeared to have the upper hand, swiping claws and breathing fire, forcing the blonde back. Alfred gritted his teeth. He was meant to have hit the dragon with an arrow before fighting it with the sword. The seal on the sword only worked if the dragon was charmed beforehand.
At the moment he was struggling to even hold his ground.
A powerful thud from the red tail sent him backwards.
He was off balance and his shield and sword were away from his torso in a natural reflex to regain balance.
The dragon grinned sadistically, sensing the opportunity to kill this pest.
It raised one hand up with five thick black claws, aiming for his open chest.
The claw came down.
A twang sounded.
Blood dripped to the ground messily.
It had struck its target.
(A/N – Dun! Dun! DUUN~!
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