Twilight of the Dragons by Andy Remic

Author:Andy Remic [Remic, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Watkins Media
Published: 2016-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

Like Wolves to the Slaughter

Dek clenched his short-sword tight in one fist, and glanced back, scowling. Narnok had lifted his axe in both hands, and was spinning the shaft, blades glittering by the light of the sinking sun. Trista carried two knives, although what use they’d be against a dragon was anybody’s guess. Mola stood, hands on hips, great fists clenched, his eyes fixed on the sky as he searched. And finally, Kareem had found himself a spear, and held the shaft in one huge fist. This group, this party of Iron Wolves, looked mean, and hard, and terrifying. But then, they were about to face a Great Wyrm… so it was going to get real bad, real fast.

“Where is it?” said Dek.

“We can’t stand against that,” snapped Trista. “It’s a fucking dragon!”

“Yeah, well it’s come to our fucking city for a fight,” growled Narnok, single eye squinting. “So let’s give it one.”

The fire consuming The Fighting Cocks roared, and another roof timber collapsed. Smoke billowed up into the sky, and sparks danced on the breeze like intoxicated fireflies. The Iron Wolves jogged down the cobbles, and stopped, each one searching the sky.

“Where’s that fucking thing gone?” said Dek, shielding his eyes from smoke.

And then Volak appeared, with a smash of her wings, and careened down a nearby street, wings outstretched, each wing-tip smashing the roof from a house with concussive booms, boom after boom, roof after roof smashed up into the sky with spinning roof joists, torn windows, flying bricks and huge chunks of mortar. The dragon screamed, and fire splashed the cobbles. There were perhaps thirty people, running down the street, and they were picked up by the blast of fire, propelled forward on a jet of energy, and devoured by the flames.

Dek looked down at his sword. “I don’t think it’s enough,” he grumbled.

“We have to try,” hissed Narnok.

“Come on, if we all attack together… aim for the soft underbelly as she goes past,” said Kareem, dark eyes glinting.

“She?” asked Narnok, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, she’s a bitch, ain’t she?” snapped Kareem.

“We’ll soon find out. She’s turned, coming back in to finish off the street!” observed Trista. She looked down at her daggers. Fuck. What I’d do for a spear right now!

Volak sang, voice ringing out as she banked, evening sun turning her black scales crimson. A spear came from a rooftop, and glanced from her side, skittering off. From this distance, it looked like an attack with a toothpick.

“It’s big,” said Kareem, suddenly.

They ran down the street, splitting, crouching in doorways, Dek, Trista and Mola on one side of the street, Narnok and Kareem on the other.

Narnok looked back at Kareem. “Keep a hold of that spear, lad. I think you might bloody need it!”

The Iron Wolves stared down the street. Rubble lay strewn, and timbers lay crisscrossed, flames licking along their lengths.

“She’s coming back,” said Dek.

Volak came in low, wings tucking behind her, dropping like a missile from the sky and into the channel of the battered street.

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