66. Chapter Sixty-Six
I’m sobbing now, the anxiety chewing chunks out of me. Fynn’s hand grips my arm so tightly it’s going numb. Orliana’s crying softly, holding Joulian. Talia is so still, so silent, it’s like she’s turned to stone.
Neither Dragon looks good.
They’re so close, I can see Trinte’s starburst eye glinting in the sunshine. His movements are frantic, shredding and biting everything possible. His father is putting up an impressive fight.
In a duplicate move as his father, Trinte tucks a wing, flipping them so the red Dragon’s back points toward the ground. The rush of air forces the red Dragon’s wings upward, making it look impossible for him to course correct now.
My body’s vibrating with terrified anticipation. So close. They’re both so close.
Trinte’s chest glows white hot and he releases a fireball right into his father’s face. The crowd roars, cleaving the air with the depth of it. Trinte’s wings slap together upward, painting one of the most graceful and terrifying images.
His father clamps onto the base of his neck, closer to his chest, and tears into it.
Trinte roars as he takes advantage of the position.
His father must not be thinking correctly, because all it does is give his son the opportunity to bite the top of his neck, at the base of the red skull, forcing him to stop biting.
There’s only a few hundred feet left.