layingon the floor of the battlefield, bleeding out slowly. You are too weak to move so you just lay there, waiting for death to take you.

You are a hybrid of a human and a dragon. You were created for one purpose, to destroy. You had scaly wings and a pit of fire it the back of your throat that could really mess up someone’s day..

in the distance, you could see someone approaching. You recognised him. He was the enemy. Shit.

Soap: Let’s get you to safety. Cant have you dying out here.