The bandits gasped, seeing the black dragon flapping its wings, flying toward them at an incredible speed.
"A dragon!" one of the bandits cried, dropping his crossbow.
"It's a black dragon," Roger growled, "Leave everything and retreat to the forest. It's probably coming to eat the horses and rob the caravan of gold," He glared at the sky, grinding his teeth.
CLENSH! Roberta hugged Roger's leg, biting him.
"Leave me, woman! I love your affection, but not now," Roger growled, trying to kick her away.
"Hehe!" Roberta smiled, "Guess death is coming. You will get eaten with us,"
Roger pulled his sword, stabbing Roberta in the guts and pulling his leg, "The bitch," He looked at the sky, seeing the dragon getting closer. "Huh?" The dragon suddenly disappeared.
Roger searched the sky with his eyes, "Where did it go?" He growled, "Don't matter, we run," He turned, looking back only to see the massive dragon standing there.
