The dragon did not, it would seem, stand a chance against the combined might of those gathered. A number of attacks flared and struck as the beast careened about the city, it's bulk causing damage to structures as it voiced its ire - and devoured a gryphon. He did not intend to bring the creature down on top of them - indeed, given that it was a dragon, he had not expected to kill it quite so efficiently, but Tarak's death lent extra strength to his spikes of gravity. His mistake in judgment caused further damage and injury to his companions and he straightened as the dust settled and inclined his head deeply in apology.
"I am sorry," he rumbled, wiping dust and black blood from his face.
But one among them did not rise. And that one, Hadama moved towards with slow steps, careful to avoid the jagged scales and sharply broken stonework that now littered the street.
"Sohalia." He spoke her name quietly, gently, kneeling beside the young woman and reaching out, slowly, to rest his hand lightly upon her shoulder. And his voice dropped so that it was meant for her alone. "I am sorry."
Hadama does not loot the dragon.
"I am sorry," he rumbled, wiping dust and black blood from his face.
But one among them did not rise. And that one, Hadama moved towards with slow steps, careful to avoid the jagged scales and sharply broken stonework that now littered the street.
"Sohalia." He spoke her name quietly, gently, kneeling beside the young woman and reaching out, slowly, to rest his hand lightly upon her shoulder. And his voice dropped so that it was meant for her alone. "I am sorry."
Hadama does not loot the dragon.
