Chapter 7 Suddenly the sounds of plinking surrounded him and it took Micah a moment before he realized it was arrows hitting the dragon’s blood red scales as the archers let loose. Hunching down, he tried to make himself as small a target as possible and raised his shield in front of him, for safety sake. Noraxxis let out a roar as he threw his serpentine body through the shattered doors. A vengeful fury seemed to fill the massive dragon as he lashed out violently with his spiked tail. An explosive wave filled the air as the dragon’s tail hit the ground and it erupted in great gouts of flying stone. The concussive force and the explosion of earth cut into the closest of the soldiers, sending them flying away from the dragon in swathe of dead bodies. The courtyard erupted in turmoil as the angry dragon released all of its pent up fury. Hissing furiously, Noraxxis dragged his spiked tail across the stone. Like a scythe moving through wheat, it cut into the second rows of men, tearing into the soldiers, leaving behind it a bloody trail of body parts and armor. Facing the angry dragon, Micah knew he would not have stood and fought against it and was astounded when he saw more armored men rushing to fill the gaps left by the fallen. Officers stood behind the men shouting orders to form into new ranks. Feeling the dragon’s chest expand again, Micah, realizing what was coming and called out frantically, “There is no need to kill them just for the sake of doing so Noraxxis. I know you are angry. That your anger has you by the tail, but let’s make good our escape while we have the time.” By the tail, the saying cut through his mind, leaving him wondering where it had came from but he knew it was the right expression. “To hell with time,” snarled Noraxxis, his massive maw opening wide. Dragon fire poured out of it, rolling over the soldiers filling the courtyard in waves of molten heat. Everything around them caught fire. Nothing was spared from the dragon’s fiery breath. Micah watched in horror as courtyard became a charnel house of charred flesh as men became living torches that were consumed immediately by the flames, leaving nothing behind but smoldering piles of melted armor and blackened bones. A gust of wind brought closer the stench of burnt flesh. Also, carried on the wind, were the plaintive moans of the dying and everywhere Micah saw the stirring movements of the feeble. Noraxxis ignored all of it. Screaming at the top of his lungs, as he surveyed the carnage filling the courtyard Micah roared, “Enough! You have done enough! They won’t be attacking us again. Look around you damnit!” Noraxxis head whipped around and large yellow eyes locked on his. Micah saw that they were still filled with anger and hurt. “Nothing you do right now, can atone for the killings that have occurred while you were imprisoned. We need to be gone from this place before we are recaptured and can do no good at all.” Although, he thought silently looking around at his surroundings, he doubted that there was any way that they could be recaptured. Noraxxis’ head jerked at the words, and it seemed to take a few moments but what Micah was shouting finally sank in and the dragon’s body relaxed. Like a crossbow string being slowly released, the tension faded. “You said there was someplace we needed to go to get help, right?” Micah stated. “We won’t get there if we stay here until this, what did you say his name was, Al’sonar comes and recaptures us and kills me. Like you, I don’t want to die today, can’t we just leave now?” Micah waved a hand at the devastation surrounding them. The castle, half in ruins, stood behind them. Everywhere else were the crushed, broken, or burnt bodies of the soldiers that had fallen coming out to stop them. “We have made good our escape, let’s leave now.” Noraxxis bowed his head, in a low voice he stated, “As you command rider, we shall leave.” Great leathery wings snapped out to both sides of the dragon’s body and with an explosion of air, they surged upwards into the sky.