He grabbed one of the soldiers and shouted, "Run to the other units and ask for help! Hurry!"
"But… the other units…"
"Anyone who can spare men—just go to them all!"
"Yes, sir!"
The soldier, trembling, dashed off to relay Bjorn's orders to the other units. Bjorn, gripping his axe again, looked up at the dragon.
Come on, attack here.
He thought, I've been the one provoking you all this time. Come after me. But the dragon seemed calmer than expected. It knew that flames wouldn't work on Bjorn, and it wasn't going to come back down and risk getting grounded again.
The dragon's gaze shifted across the landscape, finally settling in one direction.
"No…"
Bjorn muttered in horror. The dragon was looking at the Leininggen territory.
"You beast! Look at me!"
