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Chapter 13 - Sylfo, the hunter.

With the Sun near the west; Yurik returned to the riverbed that ran in the wrong direction, where he now found fish; But what fish! Fish so big that they got stuck between the stones, it was not difficult for him to kick one of the largest out of the river, remembering his trupper training in the boy scouts of México, and when he fished in his spare time on the offshore oil drilling platforms in the Gulf of México, with the help of his 07 knife he scaled and cleaned the fish.

He strung it with a stick and set out to cook it on a triangular pedestal of sticks, which he also built with a technique learned from the Boy Scouts, while patiently roasting it and thinking about what had happened.

-Hell! That sword almost cut my head and surely it was the one that decapitated the Spaniard, what I do not understand is the agility with which I could get off, although I had always had very good reflexes and I am also very fast to run, I never believed I was so agile, or; Will it be a new skill like throwing the axe and knives?

He once again took the cell phone out of his bag and turned it on, the device began its signal search protocol, and when the command without service appeared again, he made his usual gesture of annoyance, checked the time and it marked 2:10, took out of his back pocket his transit book and prepared to continue drawing the map of what was traveled, drew another imperfect circle north of the Forest of Murmurs, And so he marked them, at least now he already knew the name of the places he had visited, about halfway down the page he drew a small sword and enclosed it in a circle, very close to the sinuous line, which represented the river, in the upper corner he drew a Moon with a 4 enclosed in a circle, To indicate the fourth day, there was still enough daylight when he heard a kind of mooing in the distance, like the sweep of an elephant but much louder, Suddenly he saw how a beautiful black horse with long manes appeared on the top of a hill, made a sudden turn to his left, and ran runaway getting lost down the hill, placed his transit book in his pocket and ran to where he had seen the horse, when going up the hill he almost fell flat on his face when he saw something huge flying chasing the animal in flight.

-Let them shave me! –he said aloud. -A dragon, devils, demons and heavens! It is equal to the dragons of: The reign os fire, He ran up the hill speeding, when he reached the top he looked down the hill, the black horse He ran trying to escape from his predator, the horse was very fast but the dragon in low flight was much faster, he watched helplessly as the dragon pounced on the horse that was about to be lifted.

The dragon looked about 3 times bigger and felt like helping him somehow, and suddenly the horse threw itself to the ground falling sideways, as if it had tripped at the precise moment when the dragon tried to catch it with its claws, passing by without even touching it.

"That's how it's done, compadre!

He shouted excitedly celebrating the timely maneuver of the equine, the dragon recomposed its flight and taking a turn, he set out on the route of the horse that was now running wild, towards where the man was observing such a unique battle, this time the dragon made a different glide and closer to the ground, as if preparing to lift the horse in case it did the same trick, the horse was going up the hill and when he felt the dragon near, he braked skidding suddenly turning around, and with a jump he passed over the wings of the dragon giving him tremendous coz with all four legs, making him measure the ground with his belly, and making him trip falling decomposed in the middle of a cloud of dust and remains of grass, about 20 meters from Yurik and he, taking advantage of the fact that the dragon had not seen him, smashed the fire axe from his belt, and he threw it spinning like a tomahawk towards his head, trying to surprise him, the dragon sensed the movement and interposed one of its wings. 

That as soon as it was torn by the axe, the gray dragon inquisitively turned to the place where the object had come, and observed the one who was already waiting for him with the sword drawn and holding it on high guard, shouted, challenging him recklessly.

-UUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The 2-finned dragon took flight and began to fly in circles as studying that unknown enemy who challenged him, and Yurik confident that the sword feeling attacked alone was going to tear his enemy to pieces, waited patiently for the beast to make its attack, remembering and trying to use the same technique that the sword used with him, the monster made a threat approach as if studying the strategy of that new and unknown enemy, and launched in low flight without passing very close.

Yurik calculated the shortest distance between the flight of the dragon and he, and with the 2 hands threw the sword, it only gave 2 turns in the air falling skewered on the ground, the dragon turned around ready to lift his enemy with his claws, who seeing that the sword did not counterattack as expected ran down the hill quickly through the pastures, And when he felt it close, he repeated the maneuver that the horse had taught him, without braking he made a sudden turn to the left, and with a Somersault, He managed to dodge the flap that brushed past him, and the dragon already upset by the continuous feints in which he fell, spat from his snout several balls of fire, setting fire to the pastures, forcing him to run up the hill trying to get rid of the fire. 

Running he felt lost to see that his enemy pounced again on him, and this time he was sure that he was no longer going to swallow the trick of changes of direction, while running up the hill, He managed to see a great rock raised, as if it were a monolith, with the Sun falling behind it, and towards it he went away, the dragon flew following him and having difficulty focusing him by the reflections of the Sun that fell behind the great rock, dazzling him, and when he was sure that his prey could not escape, He lifted his head ready to lift it with his claws, but only a dry blow was heard and a cloud of dust covered the environment, the dragon fell fulminated, the stone moved a little unbalanced by the forceful blow that the dragon gave itself, when it collided headlong with it, which fell at the time when Yurik came out from behind it, since it had hidden there at the last moment the dragon tried to lift it, Seeing him inert and without knowledge, still suspicious, he took his 07 knife out of the case and approached to top it off, smiling amused and talking to himself.

"Yes crazy, and animal! I'm sure I'm going to take out steaks from a dragon for dinner with a razor; I'd better leave here before I react!

And saying this he walked away as fast as he could as he came out of the smoke of battle and fire, while the dragon was still lying unconscious, he looked at the black horse with long manes on a nearby hill, neighing and standing on its hind legs, as if greeting or thanking him For having helped him, he raised his hand as if answering the Greetings.

And the horse walked away with a quiet trot.

The dragon woke up with a roar and shook trying to wake up; Yurik when he heard him bent down to hide among the pastures, while the dragon undertook a clumsy and decomposed flight, moving away, wanting more to escape than to locate the one who had hit him and recompose an attack, seeing him move away he breathed a sigh of relief and set out to look for his axe and the failed sword.

-Let them shave me if this sword is powerful, it was useless!

He grumbled, while searching for his weapons, finding the axe among the pastures and the sword where it had been skewered, sheathed it on his back and returned to the river still grumpy, but he was glad to discover that there was his fish, already perfectly cooked, and as he devoured it he thought about how it had been possible that the sword that seemed so powerful, And until it had a life of its own didn't work, he started reminiscing about fairy tales and stories in movies and video games about knights and swords.

-Curse! If only the ritual of the singing sword worked with you, at least you would sing me a song; that's iiiiiiit! He shouted excitedly.

. -A ritual! The sword needs a ritual or activation key! Like the dragon spheres!