for a moment, but then waved his hand and disappeared into the hut. Retfield had missed his chance to attack, and the lad was getting dangerously close to where Draco and the other two were hiding.
‘From the start, they’ve just been sitting there, repeating that they’re supposed to keep an eye on everyone…’ Gerwyn swore, kicking a stone.
‘What now?’ The Dragon turned to his companions and asked as quietly as he could.
‘Too short.’ Sheth shook his head vigorously.
‘Don’t look at me.’ Noah shrugged, patting his sword and scabbard.
The reptile pressed his lips together and glanced over his shoulder. The enemy cadet was getting closer and closer.
‘…there are enough of them… they’re doing it to themselves… I was just doing them a favour…’ Gerwyn kept muttering to himself.
‘Strangling?’, the dragon blurted out, realising there was no time for deliberation, and that a sword attack and the ensuing scuffle might attract too much unwanted attention.
‘That’s a fight too.’ Parthir nodded as if to approve of the idea.
Draco turned and managed to take a quick look at the bushes a little further away. The undergrowth was dense enough that nothing could be seen from behind it. The dragon cursed under his breath and prepared to leap. He looked up and his eyes met Gerwyn’s gaze. The defender’s pupils began to dilate in surprise. The reptile pushed off the ground with great force and leapt forward, seeking to seize and knock down his opponent.
The momentum and force of the impact caused the builder to lift slightly off the ground whilst exhaling sharply. Draco, amidst the pounding of his heart ringing in his ears, caught a muffled groan from his opponent. The fall to the ground elicited another stifled moan, and Gerwyn, in terror, began gasping for air. The dragon, however, gave him no chance. He straightened up, then brought his full weight down onto the other boy, pressing his left forearm against his throat. The struggle was brief, until Draco felt a force pushing him back slightly and his opponent went still, gasping for
