Jacob heavily panted as he threw the dragon's deceased head on the ground in anger. He looked at his arms and reached for his back. Having wings was never something Jacob expected to experience one day, but it was a very welcoming benefit. Maria was standing on the dragon's limp body looking down at it with disgust. She spit down on it and wiped her mouth before looking at Jacob and smiling.
"For a second, I thought I died and you were my angel who saved me."
Jacob smiled back and laughed lightly.
"I should say the same about you. Where did that strength come from? Are you okay? Where's the gash this beast left on you?"
Maria ran her hands over herself trying to find any wounds.
"I don't really know. It was odd. When I was defeated by the dragon, something deep inside me refused to give in. My blood flooded with immeasurable power and the only thoughts in my head were of victory. Do you think that's part of something they were hiding from us?"
