"Hurry up!" Lance urged Mica as he tightened his arms around the young dragon's neck.
"I'm already moving as fast as I can, idiot!" Mica growled a response as he flapped his wings, sending him forward at insane speeds. Already, Lance was finding it difficult to hold on properly.
The reason they were in such a hurry was quite simple. Some time ago, through the special connection that Mica had with Elena, as she was his master, he felt her distress and fear. He immediately connected the dots and figured out that she was under attack.
The young dragon usually hung around the more frontal parts of the battlefield to engage in trying battles that could push his limits, so it would take a while for him to reach her. As soon as he tried to leave, Lance also realized something was wrong and insisted that he tagged along.
