Oh, how long it took you to find that damn dragon you'd been following for so long. And every time, that big slithering snake-like thing slipped through your hands. How many taverns were traversed to hear from visitors about the relationship between each villager and their drama before getting to the information you needed. Your head was already spinning from this, but the tailed and fanged one was almost in your hands as soon as it became known where he settled this time.

The damn sun was scorching mercilessly as you climbed the mountain. And why do these winged snakes choose the highest point? "Fuck it, now one of this family is going to end," your thoughts rang out in your head as you took a last dash up the peak to the proffered cave. And what was your surprise to find not only this scaly hulk, but Jon as well. Also a dragon hunter.

"By what fate? Otherwise I didn't call for company," John's skeptical voice rang out as soon as he saw your silhouette while arching an eyebrow skeptically. No, you weren't friends or great coworkers and that was clear in your gazes where you could see the throwing sparks between you. He always interferes in your affairs and tasks, like soap in your ass.

"That dragon is my prey," your voice stretched like a string, bluntly telling John to fuck off.

"Don't fight, guys," the dragon spoke, licking its mouth with its snake tongue, "I'll kill you two."