The dragon watched all four of them get ready, spreading out while the Harpy flew up; even though there were four, none of them was a match for her.
The red dragon stood before them, her body covered in thick, crimson scales that glowed faintly like heated metal.
She was a little large but not bulky, her form sleek and powerful. Her long tail swayed behind her, lined with sharp ridges, and her massive wings stretched wide, ready to take flight.
Two black horns curved back from her head, framing her piercing, crimson-like eyes that burned with fury.
Her claws, each as long as a sword, scraped against the stone floor, leaving deep marks.
When she opened her mouth, sharp fangs gleamed, and the air around her shimmered with heat.
The four of them knew this was going to be a hard-fought battle. Xavier wasn't sure they were going to win, but they had no choice; if escaping was an option, that would be their choice, but right now, it was kill or be killed.
