Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Harry Dresden]

Harry saw the armored woman commandeer a winged horse from a soldier that had shown up while Harry was shielding the armored kid. The wizard may have known a lot of things, but flying a pegasus wasn't exactly a skill that was much called for in Chicago, considering they didn't exist. "Except they do, Harry, the wizard muttered to himself; "There's five right in front of you." Harry pocketed his blasting rod and walked forward, hailing one of the wing-helmeted soldiers astride his winged bay. "Hey! Give me a lift, we're going after that dragon." That was one sentence that Harry had never thought he would say. The soldier looked down at the wizard skeptically. "And who the hell are you?"

The wizard glared at the soldier severely, averting his eyes at the pressure that signaled an approaching soulgaze. The other man had felt that pressure as well, and it intimidated him a bit; this was clearly a man who knew a bit about magic, enough to tread warily around it. Harry cleared his throat and spoke. "Harry Dresden. I'm a wizard. Now let's get moving, it's getting away!" The soldier scoffed, patting the back of the saddle. "Cauthon. Hop on. That dragon won't outfly Sumia!' Harry mounted up and the soldier jerked the reins. Harry's knowledge of physics made a strong comeback as the horse flew through the air, with an uncomfortable focus on the distance it would take to reach terminal velocity. He shoved his uncertainty down his throat with the bile that was attempting to escape and shook out his shield bracelet as they flew after the dragon, gripping his staff tightly in his right hand. When they got close enough to the other rider and the armored woman, Harry called out. "Does this kind of thing happen often here?"