The King kicks his nemesis. Quickly, he is thrown back. With a thud, he lands in the ash field of dead fire weed. With a rush of power, her fist meets his jawline. The King grabs her hand. He swore. Will you stop hitting me. He throws her off. With a roar, she braces herself. The King stood up and brushes the ash off his leather pants. He looks up to see not only Carly’s glowing eyes, but the eyes of the Dragons she carries. The King slowly puts his sword away. He hears the growls behind him. He turns his blond head to see the other dragons and their host. All standing growling at him.
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