Hana gasped, a heavy spray of crimson blood escaping her lips as she collapsed onto her hands and knees. Her firearm was thrown ten feet away, its barrel bent.
Her kinetic boots were dead, sputtering small sparks of gray smoke. Her muscles screamed in agony, and her vision began to swim with dark edges.
She was at her last straw.
"A brave effort for a fragile creature," Elder Ignis rumbled, looming over her shattered form like a mountain of red scales.
He raised his claw, his golden eyes filled with absolute disdain as he brought the fleece bundle closer to his jaws. "But this farce ends now. I have changed my mind and will not have this lineage disrupt the flow of my territory. I will crush this youngling before your very eyes, and then I will feed you to the drakes."
Zariyah let out a final, piercing cry.
