The other wolves started to close in.
Jaskier turned and growled, his lips curved into a snarl, his giant canines dripping with his saliva.
His growl seemed to work as the wolves that were inching closer stopped, and a few seemed to relieve themselves.
One could only imagine how badly he treated them.
"Stay back." The bitten orb in his eyes seemed to glow, a radiant light leaking from within.
"The lizards are mine." Even the ones that seemed braver whimpered and ran with their tails tucked behind them.
They still encircled us but now only watched from a distance.
Unlike them, Jaskier never stopped getting closer, his paws imprinted every step he took. The ground sizzled, as it burned like his paws were on fire.
The scent of burning grass entered my nose, the aroma proved unpleasant.
Regardless of what he did, my rage at his words only increased.
I could feel the heat building up in my throat, and a breath threatened to escape my lips. I wanted to teach this mangy mutt what an actual sun felt like. What gave this stray the guts to challenge a True Dragon?
Much less what made him think he could take on two alone? Everyone knew wolves attacked in packs. The sheer arrogance of the mutt only served to increase my anger.
The heat in my breath was palpable, the air around my lips singed.
I roared into the air, my sister followed my example, and I stretched my claws, getting ready to attack. Without a second thought, I launched myself like a gale of wind, my speed faster than I had ever reached.
My wings cut through the air, and I glided with max velocity. I arrived in front of him, stopping and expanding my body like a falcon about to grab its prey.
The flames that began to build in my throat reached their apex.
The wolf sneered at me; its grin threatened to split its face. The saliva dripping from its teeth landed on the floor, small sparks of flames landing where they fell.
How dare this mutt. The anger clouded my eyes, my last bits of rationality keeping me afloat.
The flames that previously sat on my lips left; a torrent of fire that would even make a lesser spirit of fire to shame burst out like a beam.
My breath concentrated and headed towards his face.
"Do you know what they call me, little Lizard?" It laughed like a hyena, "I'll give you a hint."
It opened its jaw like a snake about to consume something gigantic. In a moment of sheer absurdity, it leaped into the fire.
Its mouth swallowed my flames, it landed on its feet and burped, its face a mocking grin. A chuckle left its lips.
"Delicious." It wiped its mouth with its paw.
What the F-
I didn't have time to think, as I continued my action, trying to drive my claws into its skull. faster than I could think, it swatted its paw, hitting me in the chest. The force from the action propelled me into a tree.
With a crack, I broke the tree, landing inside of it, my hand clenched itself, my nails digging into my skin.
Ironically enough, my nails hurt more than the impact.
"Is this all a Dragon has to offer?" It started to laugh again, its mocking voice ringing in my ear.
It drew close, walking with no urgency.
Small puffs of smoke left my nose, my breathing increased before I doused the raging fire building inside me with water.
I blinked hard and calmed down.
In reality, all my previous actions were dumb. The arrogance of a dragon blinded me. It made no sense to charge headfirst into the maws of a gigantic wolf. Unluckily, I was not even two days old, he dwarfed me by a large margin. Even his head eclipsed me.
It wasn't like I was going to give up, I got up and launched myself at it once more, and this time I dodged its swipe. His attack didn't stop at a swipe; he tried to bite me, but I used my size as an advantage and caused him to bite the air. Using his miss, I dived downwards and attempted to dig my claws in his back.
Unfortunately, it only remained an attempt, as my claws bounced off his coat. What the hell? Was this damned wolf the Nemean lion?
Jaskier didn't even flinch from my blow, he only provided a mocking look and a laugh to follow.
But even while laughing, it didn't give me a chance to rest. Jaskier lunged at me while flames similar to mine danced on his breath.
"Don't you get it?"
I dodged its pounce, Jaskier grabbed hold of the air and turned quickly, the flames left his mouth, heading towards me.
I moved even faster, leaping between trees, his breath hitting one behind me, cleaving it in half.
"You can't win," It laughed again, its eyes seemed to turn into crescent moons, a strange delight inside his eyes.
Every time I heard his voice, I wanted to rip out the cords that allowed him to speak. How dare it? The rage, once dormant, threatened to erupt once more, but I quickly smothered the kindling. I couldn't allow myself to be blinded again. Perhaps the fates sent him to curb my rising arrogance.
This wouldn't be as simple as my fight with the deer. What type of tactic does one employ when they are smaller and weaker?
Hit and run.
While the tactic was not very dragon-like, in cases like this strategy was important. I dived down once more, Jaskier attacked my talons, and deflected them with his claws. He read my attempt, his eyes following me closely, capitalizing on his deflection, he tried to bite me. I parried his teeth and backed away quickly.
"Why run?" It tilted its head like he was confused. This guy would be excellent in my ranked matches. He had a certain way with words.
Its pace was slow as it walked towards where I was, "Just obediently enter my mouth."
"Oh, that's right," It spoke, turning around and attacking with its tail. A ball of flame came into existence from its tip, it intercepted Tiamat's breath.
While it didn't destroy it, he redirected it into a tree, causing another one of nature's gifts to topple over.
"There were two." It started to snicker, its head lowering itself, as it got ready to pounce.
Tiamat, seeing that she missed, flew higher using the advantage of her wings. She readjusted for another attack.
"Let's make it one." Jaskier launched into the air, flames gracing his every step, and he began to chase Tiamat in the air.
He stepped on the fire as if it were solid
Jaskier chased Tiamat around the trees, and a trail of flames followed him. His drool dripping from his open mouth, flames dropping where it landed.
His tongue was out of his mouth as he chased my sister.
[DONT, YOU DARE!] My voice that echoed with Dragon might froze him for a second, and that was all I needed.
I launched myself, faster than I ever had, in less than a second, I was behind him.
If flames didn't work, I would tear him limb from limb. Since he wanted to play lion so much, I would kill him like one.
I dived into its back; it turned faster than I got here, Jaskier's mouth opened, its intention to swallow me whole was clear.
In times like these, it was important not to panic; a life of hunting cornered criminals was a dangerous occupation; on more times than I could count, a second of hesitation meant death.
It was never as romantic as an old western, but I was quick, and in a matter of life and death, the quickest always wins.
I lived a life of facing death, and in its eyes I never blinked.
My hands moved before I wanted them to, my human instinct taking over. A life of hunting cornered dogs came in handy.
Each one grabbed an edge of its mouth; he wanted to swallow a sun. Fine Ill show him a damned sun.
I pulled with all my strength; in tandem, I channeled all my magic into my breath, the force of his lunge and the momentum pushed me forward, my sister seeing my intention arrived at my back and stabilized me.
She pushed me with her legs and killed the momentum.
Now all that Jaskier was doing was dangling by his jaw in the air.
I was no son of Zeus, nor did I have the size to strangle him. If so, that meant I had only one option available.
I could feel her breath charging up as well.
Jaskier's eyes widened, a look of panic etched on his movable features, and he frantically tried to escape.
When I felt my breath was strong enough, I unleashed it into its mouth.
He desperately tried to shut its mouth, but his jaw was not stronger than my dragon arms. It was a testament to how busted a dragon was, after all, the typical bite force of a wolf was four hundred pounds; Jaskier was a much larger and more mythical wolf. There was a reason why everything wanted to be a dragon.
Jaskier tried to use his claws to swipe up desperately, but it was hard to hit something when you were dangling by your jaw in the air.
Just this once, I'll have my meat well done.
Jaskier's stomach started to bulge, and his golden eyes dimmed. My sister channeled just fire in her breath, and we conjoined our flames. When I felt his jaw relax, and his body become stiff, I let go, his body plummeted to the floor, and with a thud, his body landed.