And the struggling earned him a growl, meaty breath sweeping over him and Talith's teeth tightening slightly around his body. Not enough to injure - Talith knew very well just how little it took to break the delicate skin of a human - but enough to add slight uncomfortable pressure against the boy's skin. He had no intention of this one escaping.

((We caught them,)) he said to R'tal, to Foreth and to Truenoth. ((But are there more?))

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On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 12:41 PM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:

When the brown dragon reared up and bared his teeth, Asheran felt his blood run cold while the primitive monkey parts of his brain shrieked in mindless terror. His legs kept pumping, though, and he kept moving forward; in fact, he put on a last, desperate burst of speed. He had to reach the boy before he was eaten, or bit in half. Stupid, stupid, idiot baby.

 

Then the dragon was coming toward him and he threw up his hands in a futile gambit to protect his face - and found himself lifted into the air, held in the dragon's mouth. He twisted, struggling instinctively against those gentle teeth, and let out an impotent bellow. He found himself scanning the sands, watching for the boy he had been chasing, as he fought mid-air, thinking: no, no, no, no.

 

There! He could still get to him, someone had to get to the other candidate before he got himself hurt --

 

Then there was the hit.

 

Asheran went limp in Talith's mouth, as if he'd been struck too.

 

"Shit!"

He said other things, too, none of which bore repeating.

--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.