Mason's chest ached as he breathed in, the bones and muscles protesting the movement after their injury. All around him was the sound of men yelling as they swung their swords... or as they died.
The grey-brown colored dragon was brutal. She was one against an entire crew of pirates but she still seemed to be giving as much as she was taking. She was a master at inflicting death.
She swung her long spike-covered tail through the air, hitting men and sending them flying backward. More than once now, a man had been hit directly with one of the spikes and when they landed after being thrown, they did not get up again.
