Enel's Arrival

[Enel]

Enel had no idea how long he’d been running. Logic told him it had only been a matter of minutes, but it felt like forever. This was one strange illusion. Maybe it was a nightmare. But Enel had never had a nightmare as real as this. He was only sure of one thing, and that was that it wasn’t real. But the pain felt real enough. His shoulder still bled freely. He clutched it again and cursed every curse he could think of. “Son of the fucking shit cunting bastard fuckdoctor shit, SHIT!” He wheeled around and checked the horizon. No soldiers. Just a dragon.

The Birkan turned back towards his destination and-

Wait, a dragon? Enel’s neck almost snapped as he whipped back around. A silver dragon. Flying straight towards him.

“Oh, great.” He snarled.

He raised and staff and prepared for the attack.