"Here, take this," Raphael said, throwing a set of spare clothes towards the white dragon, Rachael.
If she was going to go out and do battle, she at least needed to cover herself. He didn't want the soldiers to be distracted by a foreign naked woman running around.
Even after putting on the clothes, her curves were revealed. But it would have to do.
Raphael and Rachael charged out into the night sky, and the sight before them was filled with carnage.
Raphael counted roughly a hundred of the Moonwolves engaged in battle with his troops. Not only was there a large number of them, but they had come with the element of surprise.
King Diotames is taking this war seriously.
Before Raphael could even react, Rachael shot forward with speed towards a small group of three werewolves. As she dashed through the air, she left trails of white flames travelling behind her, using them to propel herself forward.
