Dragon Breeder 3 by Dante King (motivational books for students txt) 📗

The wild dragon struck out with raking claws at Ash and, simultaneously, swept its tail round to meet Jaz.

I liked to think that I had seen some pretty epic fights in my time—both on Earth in the MMA octagon and in battle. Nothing though, even came close on the scale of impressiveness, to when those three dragons came together.

The impact of their bodies and their magics colliding was like a thunderclap. It sent the members of all the dragonmancer coteries staggering back, but Tamsin, Renji, and I kept our feet.

The wild dragon struck Jazmyn in the flank with its tail and sent her flopping gracelessly into the pile of ratfolk bodies that filled the pond. She smashed down on top of them and skidded a little way, leaving smears of blood and viscera and torn limbs behind her.

The wild dragon flung a clawed foot at Ashrin. She caught it in her mouth, fastened deadly sharp teeth on the scaled forearm and crunched down on it, eliciting a shriek of pain from the unbound dragon.

With an animal snarl of her own, Tamsin stepped forward and flung her spear at the wild dragon’s exposed side.

Her spear was thrown with an accuracy honed by hundreds and hundreds of hours of practice, with a strength that only fellow dragonmancers could match. It flashed through the air like a streak of burning silver and struck the dragon square under the second rib.

The spear pinwheeled away, deflected by the iron scales of the dragon’s side like a toothpick.

Tamsin used her magic to retract the spear back into her grip. She looked at the weapon in her hand. The tip was notched.

The wild dragon roared in pain as Ashrin continued to hang onto its forearm like a pitbull. It thrashed its tail and scored a deep rent in the side of the cavern with the spikes that stuck out from the tip of it.

Jazmyn came boosting back into the fight then, plowing into the wild dragon from the side. She managed to get her snout under her adversary’s belly and lever it up onto its two right legs. With Ashrin pulling at its left forearm, the wild dragon was inexorably thrown onto its back.

It thrashed like a landed fish, trying desperately to regain its feet, but Ash held it firm. Jaz took a stinging blow from the tail of the dragon on her azure snout, but she ducked her head and moved in, attempting to pin the overturned dragon.

The wild dragon belched fire, splashing flame across the roof of the cavern and washed us bystanders in eyelash-melting heat.

I was toying with the idea of firing a Shadow Sphere at the wild dragon, but the violent way that it was squirming and the speed at which the battle was being fought was enough to make me think that I might accidentally hit one of my compatriots by mistake. Not to mention that I might destroy some important part of the cavern walls and crush us all.

All I could do, all any of us could do, was watch the madness unfold in front of us.

The wild dragon lashed out with its right foreleg, and Ash pulled her head back to avoid having her throat slashed out. Jazmyn headbutted the wild dragon in the side and received a hard kick to the head in return. It looked, despite being outnumbered by the dragonmancer titans, that the wild dragon might be able to break free.

Another burst of orange fire caused us spectators to throw themselves aside. The rock and soil where we had just been standing bubbled and cracked, parts of it turning to glass from the heat of the wild dragon’s potent flame.

With a roar of fury and a great heave, the wild dragon tore its foreleg free of Ash’s crushing mouth. Dragon scales scattered in all directions; big as dinner plates, harder than tungsten.

With a gargantuan effort the wild righted itself, used its head to smash Ashrin into the side of the cavern and then launched itself with a beat of its wings into the air. It hung in mid-air for one long, glorious moment. Its teeth were bared, its claws extended, as it dived at Jaz, looking to crush her to the ground and rend her apart.

Despite the anxiety I felt for my fellow dragonmancer, I knew that I was witnessing the single most insane and memorable thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

Then, Jaz’s head whipped up, her snaking dragon neck whiplashing her snout up and around as she slipped to one side.

The curving, crescent moon horn sparkled as it plunged into the wild dragon’s vitals. Jaz ripped upward and tore an awful, deep wound in the unbound dragon’s belly.

The wild beast crashed to earth, landing on its side where Jaz had been only a moment before. Not taking any chances, Ashrin launched herself from the wall where she had momentarily snagged, pointed her snout forward, and let loose with a gout of bright green noxious flame right into the fatal open wound that Jazmyn had ripped into their foe’s guts.

The wild dragon bellowed in agony, while Ashrin continued to blast its insides with her gassy, vaporous dragon fire. Without its scales to protect it, the wild dragon was roasted from the inside out. Roasted and poisoned at the same time.

As I watched, equally captivated and horrified at what I was seeing, the wild dragon shone a beautiful translucent bronze and then started to collapse in on itself. Its eyes melted. Its teeth shattered.

Within a matter of moments, it had gone supernova, its body burning so brightly that the coterie members had to shield their eyes and turn away. Less than twenty seconds later, all that remained of the noble and regal wild dragon was a charred, fatty smear upon the ground.

It was a forlorn sight. The few