Except that black SUV may hold more dragons. If more flew from it, they’d overpower me, kill me. If I got to them first, before they shifted, I’d halt the threat before it became a threat.
“I hope this works.”
The SUV hadn’t halted in its chase. It continued to pursue Magnus up the steep mountain grade, and this time I saw a semi-automatic rifle emerge from the front passenger window. The Chevy’s more powerful engine closed the distance.
I no longer doubted that chasing the SUV was the better choice. Had I not, they’d shoot until Magnus either died outright or the blown tires forced him over the steep edge.
Flying high above the SUV where I wouldn’t be seen in any mirrors, I folded my wings and dropped.
My tremendous weight smashed in the roof instantly. I didn’t know if I killed the occupants or not, but I at least put them out of action. Lifting my wings, I grabbed the squashed Chevy through the opened sunroof, lifted it, and tossed it over the edge.
“Bye, bye.”
“Bitch!”
The dragon hit me broadside, knocking the wind from me, and sending us both spiraling toward the canyon below. His wings tangled with mine, making them useless, even as his jaws clamped onto the back of my neck. My thick hide protected me to some degree, still he could eventually chew his way through to my spine and snap it.
If we both don’t crash on those rocks and kill each other.
His broad wings slowed our fall, but I couldn’t get him off of me. His teeth ripped into my neck, my blood spurted into his mouth. I twisted, bucked, snapping my jaws uselessly, trying to claw him off my back.
“Then we’re gonna die together, asshole,” I snarled.
I folded my wings as best I could, making me dead weight in his grip. Plunging together toward the huge rocks and the silver stream that flowed among them, his wings weren’t strong enough to hold us both. He had to either let me go to save himself or crash with me.
“Let her go, mother fucker.”
Magnus!
The dragon’s teeth tore free of my neck, his weight lifted from my back. Spreading my wings, bleeding, ignoring the pain,I swept around as Magnus gripped the other dragon by his shoulders and sent burst after burst of flame at his head. The thug screamed, roared, blinded by the fires burning him.
Gaining altitude, I flew up under both, then turned my body until I flew upside down.
I trailed a long burst of flames from the thug’s throat to his genitals.
His scream gave me a great deal of satisfaction.
Diving, I turned, banked around, and flew toward the pair. Magnus bit deeply into the goon’s neck, shaking him, his talons ripping into the other dragon’s shoulders. When Magnus let go to gain a better grip, the goon broke free of him.
Dead in his path, I charged in, flaming. His talons raked down my neck and chest, cutting deep. My jaws missed his throat but closed on his lower jaw.
Desperate dragons are dangerous dragons.
With an almighty punch to the side of my head, he knocked me loose. Half-stunned, I dropped several yards in altitude, my wings unable to work properly.I’m falling.
Then I felt Magnus’s grip on my shoulders halt my dangerous drop.
“I got you.”
My head spinning, I worked my wings, forcing them into lifting me once again. Magnus let me go, banking to one side. I squinted as the other dragon fled, burned, his hide torn, defeated.Maybe I succeeded in gelding him.
“Are you all right?” Magnus asked, flying beside me.
“I think so.”
“You’re bleeding bad.”
“Am I?”
