Even with Noah's alert, the woman seemed unfazed. As he moved towards her his eyes darted, looking for a shelter or the best place of escape. In Halo, the stories of dragons were great. Every story he had been told enlightened him to only one thing: they were dangerous. Dragons were to be revered and avoided. His father told him tales of great ice dragons that inhabited the mountains of Halo, devouring hunters that followed game too far. Whether or not this was reality had never come across Noah's mind. He trusted his father's every word, and knew the man would never lead him astray.
As he closed the distance between him and the woman, he had every intention of grabbing her and pulling her to safety. His heart raced still, ramming against his chest like it was trying to escape. Adrenaline started to course through his veins as he tried to decide the best plan. "We need to get off this beach. There's a drag--" Noah was stopped mid-sentence and and mid-stride. The dragon landed at the girls side, clearly threatening him. Noah stopped, nearly falling backwards. He had over-corrected himself, too used to the footing below him being slick. The woman, unperturbed, merely flicked the creature on its head.
Noah could not help but drop his jaw as she did so. "Uh... miss--" He didn't really know what to say, to ask, but he was both amazed and appalled at the woman standing before him. "How?" He finally sputtered, an unbelieving smirk lighting his features.
Phoebe
