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as a beam of light found the
metal. The Dragon Slayers were clothed in heavy red woolen robes
which hid even more weapons. Their hoods were drawn close over
their faces so that only the whites of their eyes shone.
    Tania grasped both Patryck and Aristo
by their thick arms and tried to yank them backward. Her instinct
was to flee. But dragons were not accustomed to running from a
fight. Especially not Aristo and Patryck. They were similar in
their actions—impulsive, reckless. Strategy and planning were not
qualities in their repertoire.
    She watched with utter horror as Aristo
stood his ground and roared. Patryck quickly followed suit. They
adopted a fighting stance and held their fists up close to their
face. Neither of them could morph into a dragon. Patryck had been
healing and transformation was out of the question unless he wished
to re-injure himself.
    It was raw masculine power versus the
Dragon Slayers. Tania’s stomach immediately flipped. A harsh sense
of foreboding lingered in her tummy. This confrontation would not
end well. She took a few steps back and moved out of the way so at
least her lovers would not worry about her safety. They needed to
focus on the intruders.
    “I could smell the foul stench of
dragon from leagues away,” spoke a slayer on the right. His voice
was deep like a waterfall cascading onto boulders. He did not
gesture, nor did he move while he spoke. It was as if a statue were
speaking. Tania shivered. Although all the slayers were dangerous,
she had a feeling this particular slayer would be the worst. He
would harm someone dear to her.
    “And I could smell your beastly funk…”
Patryck began but was interrupted by Aristo.
    “What makes you think we are dragons?”
he asked.
    The man on the right chuckled, “Let’s
not play games. It is our destiny to slay you. Hence the
name.”
    Aristo returned the chuckle, “Then I
would not take it personally if you knew it was our destiny to slay
you.”
    The Slayer cackled loudly like a harpy
as he brandished his long sword. The red blade caught Tania’s eye
and she whimpered. From even a few yards away, she knew just how
sharp the blade had been made. The weapon twanged eerily in the
tense silence.
    She watched in cold fear as Aristo and
Patryck each took a step forward. The Slayer who had been speaking
nodded and his men also stepped forward. The actions reminded Tania
of storm clouds about to clash into each other. The very heavens
would tremble once the fighting came to blows.
    And it did. The Slayers lunged toward
Aristo and Patryck. Two Slayers broke off and surrounded Aristo
while the third focused his might on Patryck. Aristo blocked two
hard swings from the heavy, thick swords with his forearms. Blood
cascaded down his arms but still he kept blocking the Slayers. Each
time the men were denied their strike, they came at Aristo with
more ferocity than before.
    Aristo held his own but he could not
last long against the fully-fed, well-rested,
trained-to-slay-dragons Dragon Slayers. Eventually, he would be
worn down.
    Patryck laughed loudly as he knocked
down the Slayer attacking him. It only took one kick to the face
and the man was out cold, “Having fun yet, Aristo?” he asked
mockingly. Aristo did not answer. He was facing two of the Slayers
and his attention was focused on survival, “In need of my help?”
Patryck laughed again.
    Tania saw Aristo roll his eyes and he
pounced on the Slayer to his left and took the sword from the man’s
hands. Aristo brandished the weapon at the last standing Slayer and
then he smiled, “It looks like you could use more training. It is a
shame you will not live to learn more of real fighting.”
    The Slayer spoke haughtily as if he had
not lost the battle, “And it is a shame you do not understand the
concept of diversion.”
    A loud, splurting sound erupted from
Patryck’s mouth as a sword came out from his belly. The Slayer
Patryck had seemingly knocked out cold had stabbed Patryck in