After killing Zhang Shi, the death throes of Wan Yi were all that could be heard from around Dave. Dortha's enraged rampage knew no bounds, his viciousness surpassed the pace of combat Wan Yi had been used to.
Seconds after Wan Yi died, Dortha turned to Dave, rage, and wrath unsated. Dave had felt that if he didn't do something, the beast would be responsible for failing the task he had gone out to accomplish
Yet just as Dortha saw the sword in Dave's hand, his eyes glazed over and reverted to their serene appearance. Dortha's fur and claws retreated back and he regained his nice grandpa look.
"What now? Kis'Shtiengbrah? Some of those humans have already run away. Should we give chase?" Samael spoke as he was licking the blood out of his dagger.
"Nah, it's time to lock this place down again. Onixya, come here," Dave called.
In seconds, the winds howled and a deafening dragon roar sounded through the skies.
Dave looked above him and grinned.
