Kalanaar broke into a loud laugh as he saw the approaching humanoid remnants running his way. Their strengths were way beyond what they had expected. If it was just one it would have been fine, but three at once made it rather tough.
The son of the strongest dragonewt, though, was having none of that.
He slapped his hand on his chest and tore off the cloth on top.
"Kala guy, no! It's better to run and let them pass."
Em shouted but it was useless.
"A dragon warrior does not turn away from battles, miss!" Kalanaar's white shirt flew off in the wind as his scaly skin and toned muscles revealed themselves. He reached for behind his waist and pulled out a harpoon made from a dragon's tail, its folded staff fitting almost perfectly above his own tail.
"Little Dryad, I'll let you join in. You too, handsome human."
"H-handsome!?" Kevin yelped. He closed his eyes and imagined his face at the front of the Times magazine.
