Sullivan wasted no time in commanding his friends to retreat. After the Drakon vanished beneath the surface of the magma, the Leader quickly commanded his forces to withdraw, "We might have injured it but that thing is far from defeated."
The students that had been hit during its flailing display had managed to land a few metres away, uninjured. Without wasting any more time, they turned away from the river… and ran.
The four-man squadrons helping Sullivan's group ran forward, flanking them and staying a short distance behind. Now that they had they'd gotten their blood moving from the heat of battle, their progress was faster, fueled more by adrenaline.
The hunters ran in silence avoiding the obvious negative topics on their minds.
Don was the first to speak up, drawing closer to his Leader as he leapt over a small stream of molten rock, "It seems the drakon isn't following us anymore."
