Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Harry Dresden]

Harry looked at Inlumia with a bit of confusion. It wasn't all at the mage's statement. They'd been betrayed by the dragon-armored woman, the dark-skinned warlock had been stabbed through the gut and still had the strength to uppercut the kid who did it straight to the ceiling. The orange-armored woman's suit was beeping, and nobody else seemed to care that she'd had her lights knocked out. "If this is a slow day then it's shaping up to be just like home. And if you haven't had breakfast that's nobody's fault but your own." Harry stood up and broke the circle, breathing in the air and reconciling all the ambient magic with his own energy. He still wasn't going to be throwing around anything, but his senses were no longer being bombarded with Hellfire, shadow magic, and demonic power. Well, they were, but he could deal with them now. He walked over to the unconscious woman, prodding the armor with his blasting rod. It beeped some more, made some sort of whirring noise, and continued its strange techno-symphony.

Harry secured his blasting rod inside his coat and crouched down, lifting the unconscious woman up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Her armor scraped the floor as Harry laboriously made his way to the mouth of the cave. There'd be skid marks on the feet, but he couldn't just leave her here, in a cave that had been full of dragons a minute before. When he spotted the circling pegasus knights, he called out to them. "Hey! Guys! We killed the dragons, but something happened to the eggs. The dragons that left... well, I don't know what they are, but they're under the control of the people who had them. Get down here!" Two of the knights descended; the men who had ferried Samus and Harry here in the first place. "Hey, Cauthon."

Cauthon's response was cut off by the captain's questions. "And who the hell are you?" Harry glared at him. "I the hell am Harry." The captain was not amused, but it was Harry's turn to override someone's conversation. "We can talk in the air. I saw a city on the way here, what is it?" The captain brightened at this; "That was Minas Tirith, the crown jewel of Camelot." Harry shook his head at that. "I'd rather not walk into the 'crown jewel' of anywhere in my current state. Drop me at those ruins." The captain looked suspiciously at Harry. "Edinburgh? Nobody goes to Edinburgh anymore." Harry nodded to the captain, "Perfect. Drop us there."

The guy didn't look too pleased, which really confused Harry. It was just a bunch of ruins. He was a little curious as to what had happened there, but that could wait. After he helped get the unconscious Samus onto Cauthon's pegasus, he climbed on behind the captain. The four took to the skies, Harry too tired to feel the apprehension he had felt before as the winged horse soared through the skies and Cauthon holding Samus's unconscious form in the saddle in front of him.