Tomas stood in the burned market square with a spear held in both hands. The Dragon crouched on the roof of the grain store, one wing pinned beneath a fallen bell tower.

Tomas walked toward the Dragon, keeping the spear raised.

As Tomas came within a few paces, the Dragon's free talon hooked beneath a slab of roof tile and dragged it toward the pinned wing, teeth bared around a low, rumbling growl.