[With a bit of sparks flying, the lock finally breaks apart. Dany is quick to remove the muzzle and chains from her dragon, already impatiently trying to fly over her shoulder and into the sky.
With Wrathion distracted to the right, another bandit started to charge at Dany from the left. The moment Drogon's mouth was freed, he shot a stream of black and red flame at the man, setting him on fire. Dany could feel the sear of the heat against her skin, the smell of singing hair returning to her like an old friend. She instinctively touched her scalp. No, the fuzz was still there. It wasn't hers this time.
Drogon charged from the cage and swooped low, attacking several of the bandits, but doing so indiscriminately. Thank the gods it was only Wrathion and Dany, for in his rage, he might not be able to tell friend from foe.
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With Wrathion distracted to the right, another bandit started to charge at Dany from the left. The moment Drogon's mouth was freed, he shot a stream of black and red flame at the man, setting him on fire. Dany could feel the sear of the heat against her skin, the smell of singing hair returning to her like an old friend. She instinctively touched her scalp. No, the fuzz was still there. It wasn't hers this time.
Drogon charged from the cage and swooped low, attacking several of the bandits, but doing so indiscriminately. Thank the gods it was only Wrathion and Dany, for in his rage, he might not be able to tell friend from foe.
Dany gripped the whip tied to her waist.]
He's in a frenzy. I need to calm him!