The dark shape appeared, high overhead, merely a dark spot in the sky. But even from that great height, it spotted you easily. As it dove, it became clear that it was a dragon. Then, it was clear that it was a large dragon. Then it became clear that it was truly immense. In a low rumble of a voice, it roared:
‘The city of Tsar is mine!’
And you knew that you were going to die.
The giant was the first to turn and run, his long legs carrying him into the distance, with Marina trying to keep pace. But Hargrev Ghontasavos stood his ground. As the dragon dove, its mighty jaws crunched through his armor easily.
Realizing that his companions had left him, Hargrev called upon the holy power of Aroden to speed him. As he turned to escape, moving at a speed no mortal man could match, a massive claw reached out, crushing flesh and bone, and smashing him to the ground.
In Draconic, the low voice spoke:
Non es dignus adversarium
And the massive weight lifted from Hargrev’s body. He didn’t look back.