>>Draegon
The nun's claws dug into my scalp, each nail like a poisoned needle burning through flesh and bone.
A blinding pain split through the side of my head as her nails scraped deeper. Another second. Just one more, and she'd crack my skull like an egg.
But then—
She jerked back, almost like a bounce.
Only a centimeter from sinking fully into my skull, she was yanked away with brutal force. My head bobbed a little as my fire waned. I was panting hard, blood running down the side of my face.
I looked to my side to see what had happened. How did she go flying back like she had been pulled into a spider's web.
Drakkar.
Bleeding from his head, gashes torn through his chest and shoulders, His clothes hanging off his chest in shreds. His horned head was down, breathing hard. His tail lashed once, and he lunged at her, ramming her back into the debris.
