Arad and Arthur crashed onto the soft bushes and flowers of the mansion's garden, scaring away the gardener working there. She ran back to the tool's shed with a terrified face and stared back, her fingers shaking. As the dust cleared, she saw Arad standing straight with Arthur still in his hand. A large cut was burned clear on the mansion's wall, the wooden beams still oozed smoke.
That was a three-stories tall yet Arad and Arthur seemed unharmed. Fighting dragons included a lot of falls, especially since the dragon's most loved way of killing people is carrying them high and dropping them to their deaths. They loved watching their terrified face as they fell to their doom.
