As the castle came into view, a sore and tired Easton let out a breath of relief. He saw the gates, already open, come into view and he stopped by them, letting Jessica down but still holding her with one hand in case she happened to fall or lose her balance.
He glanced with relief at Jessica. "We're here. Do you...do you want to go back up to our room to get some rest? You must be awfully tired." He rubbed his ribcage, wincing in pain at the bruise he'd received. Of course, he probably wasn't as bad as Jessica.
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Soon, the dragons came into view. Bayard, during the time, was still trying to adjust his stirrups to the proper length, having longer legs than Ailene. Then, he saw what was going on. He stood up slightly in the saddle.
There they are! He said to Blaze, putting one hand firmly on his sword still in its sheathe. "Akyra!" He called out in alarm. Then he remembered their lesson a while back--the time when he'd burnt his fingers.
"Brisingr!" He called out, and something danced along his finger-tips: fire. The fire hurtled itself from his hands and exploded against the neck of one of the enemy dragons.


