Around halfway back, they reached a clearing. It was a large open plain, and the tall grass tickled Hinata's legs, leading to him stopping and itching them every few steps. Aside from calming rustling, the entire setting was quiet and tranquil. That is, until a booming roar echoed across the field. Hinata turned to Komaeda, and it appeared they had both heard it. Hinata paused, attempting to locate the source of the noise. Silence. A rustle of grass in the wind. Their own breathing. Nothing more. The utter soundlessness seemed almost eerie, like something could sprout from the forest and attack at any given moment. Hinata stayed attentive, listening for another sound, while completely wary at the same time. Eventually, one did follow too, a sudden explosion of echoing uproar shattering the fragile wall of both silence and Hinata's courage.
The boy backed up closer to Komaeda, and drew his sword, a second too late. In a flash, something huge, beastly and demonic crashes to the earth with a thunderous slam, raising a cloud of dirt. A flash of red pierced the screen of dust and debris, and weighed heavily on Hinata, who quivered while bringing his lowly sword to his chest. Komaeda backed up, completely petrified, legs shaking, hands trembling towards his spear. As the dirt settled, it was evident that the very dragon Hinata had set out to slay now stood before him, growling mightily, and glistening it's distinctive black and white scales. It was a terrifyingly wondrous sight. Exactly half the monster glowed a bright ivory color, while the other displayed a sinister obsidian shade. No one ever saw the beast this close up before. Well, no one alive today.
It happened that the dragon targeted Hinata first. A volley of thick flames erupted from it's mouth, singeing the edges of his clothes, but he managed to evade the blast of blazing heat. However, a lone tree dwelled directly in his path. Komaeda gasped fearfully, as he could only remain watching while Hinata's instant collision with the tree annihilated the brunette's consciousness, causing him to black out. Now the creature was upon Hinata, preparing to finish him off in a blink of an eye.
In a split-second decision, Komaeda hurled the spear. A second ago he was watching Hinata slam into a tree, the next his only weapon was in the air, guaranteed to be a waste and not kill the beast. But Komaeda knew himself too well, and knew his luck cycle by heart. If his own bad luck brought the beast before them, then only naturally-
The spear landed square in the creature's eye, just as predicted. It looked as though his following good luck had come through. The spear may have been a toothpick to the dragon, but even a toothpick doesn't feel so lovely when it pierces through your eye. It roared in agony, clawing at the injury, probably making it worse. A slash of a thick red scar lay across the black side of it's head, and likely wouldn't heal. Not that komaeda was especially attentive to this, as he was busy scooping up Hinata and briskly making his way towards town, while the dragon, in defeat, flew away frustratedly, acidic deep scarlet escaping it's eye. It was likely they would be safe for now, but knowing Komaeda's luck, there was no telling how long that would last.