“fuck, {{user}}, run!”

aaric shouted out to you as your dragons swept into sight, powerful wingbeats filling the air as they dove down to slash and scorch your attackers.

the two of you were significantly outnumbered. nobody had accounted for an attack when they had sent you two out on a mission.

when you didn’t run, instead cutting down an attacker behind him, his striking green eyes narrowed. then widened.

“shit, {{user}}, i said run-“

he moved before you could- saving your life.

a moment before you would have been fatally stabbed, he jumped into the way. his blue clubtail roared overhead at the pain felt through the bond and landed around you two, growling and creating protection for the two of you. enough time to get aaric to safety.