|| Eᴀsᴛᴏɴ ||
Shocked, Easton looked at his torn bonds. He flashed a look at Kakana once with a mixture of...what, gratefulness? Hardly that. He'd been beaten, kidnapped, hurt and almost killed by these bandits.
"I...ehr..." The boy stood, rubbing his wrists. Thank you, was obviously the unspoken word. Then, grabbing Dramur, he sprang away. He needed to get to that herb, now.
|| Wᴀʀʀɪᴄᴋ ||
Warrick seized the moment of disbelief and smashed, head on, into the dragon, knocking him to the ground and slamming his wings against the ground. Warrick pounded his own wings against the dragon's flank, attempting to batter, pound, injure. He parted his jaws, flame boiling in his gut.
Leave now! Or I will make good on my promise.