Orion realized he'd been misled by Leonidas's role-playing. Maybe the cringe was real, but it was only a tiny part of who he was—a part he chose to show, and only when it served the performance.
ROAR!
The dragon's shriek echoed as the fire dragon Sorth glided in for another pass.
"Run!"
It was impossible to tell which mercenary shouted it, but someone had finally remembered what you're supposed to do in a life-or-death situation.
Seeing the clustered mercenaries finally start to scatter, the diving dragon opened its maw and unleashed a casual gout of dragon's breath. A wave of fire washed over them, and the majority of the two-hundred-odd survivors were instantly scorched to cinders.
"Now that's more like it," Leonidas's voice echoed, cold and ruthless. "Alright, bro. Watch and learn. Time for my signature move."
As he spoke, Leonidas's form flickered and vanished from his hiding spot in the crater, reappearing high in the heavens.
