Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Samus Aran]

The dragon recoiled in pain as the smoking teenager tumbled from his mouth. Meanwhile, all around him, he was being pelted; blasts of both magical and technological origin assaulted the poor beast. Fear and anger battled; and in the end, the latter instinct won out. With a great swoop of its draconic wings, the Rathalos hoisted its great frame up into the sky.

A cheer went up from the crowd. “It’s retreating!” bellowed one of the soldiers. “We won!”

“No, it’s just getting away!” interrupted Cindy. “Everyone, mount up and after it!”