The black dragon was as big as the mount with binary heads. It sat on the peak and roared, its wings expanded on either side and it flapped the wings so a wind pushed everyone who was near to stick on the ground. Red thunderbolts were coming out of its mouth. It shot a nearby rock and made it solid dust, hung in the air.
Liden stepped back near Remila, "I like this freak one," he didn't expect that Lug provoked and summoned this beast.
The dwarves bore the gap of death, held their swords, and dragged their shackles with their niggling stamina to where the beast was. They were enough close to be in its sight. A moment later, ashes flew in the sky and neither of them left in the demon's world.
Liden grinned, how they could think the beast would let them cause any scratch. "Idiots!"
