Dragonfury 01 - Fury of Fire

blame him. He and Wick suffered from the same affliction: outnumbered-itis. The lethal male loved it when the odds leaned heavily in the Razorbacks’ favor. Or at least, he enjoyed the perception…and the enemy’s surprise when he upended their sorry asses.
    The idiots. There was something wrong with their math. When would they learn that more bodies never equaled certain victory?
    Pausing on the street corner, Bastian scanned Yesler Way, looking for some privacy and space. He needed to get airborne and being smack-dab in the middle of the Seattle club district was too public. Sure, he could go invisible, cloak himself to get the job done. But disappearing into thin air in front of a crowd wasn’t the best idea. All those humans owned handhelds: iPhones and Blackberries with video capabilities.
    Not exactly the kind of impression he wanted to leave.
    Taking a sharp left, he turned into the parking lot. Perfect. Privacy, space, and leverage all wrapped up in one.
    Without slowing, Bastian hurdled a concrete barrier. Two strides later, he leapt onto the roof of a tricked-out SUV. Metal groaned, dimpling beneath his boots as he launched himself skyward. Shifting to dragon form at the top of his jump, his wings caught air and he climbed, surging above buildings and rooftops.
    “Wick…on my way.”
    “No hurry.”
    Bastian snorted. Even out of breath, the male never said quit. At least now, though, Wick talked to him. The first couple of times out together, the warrior hadn’t said boo. Not even when he’d been in trouble, outnumbered four to one in a firefight.
    Cloaked by magic, Bastian buzzed the Space Needle, flying fast toward the waterfront. The warehouse district and train yards were a favorite of Wick’s. Crazy as it seemed, the male loved to fight near heavy machinery. Hurling locomotives and front-end loaders at the enemy was fast becoming a hobby for him.
    True to form, he found his warrior in aerial claw-to-claw combat over the PRS rail yard. And right below him? A dump truck. Shit, it was only a matter of time before the thing went flying.
    The pair of Razorbacks attacked in tandem, keeping Wick’s hands full. Thank God. Dodging enemy claws was hard enough without getting nailed in the grill by a Freightliner.
    Casting his invisibility cloak wide, he added his magic to Wick’s, ensuring they stayed hidden from view, and banked right. He needed an opening, a small window of opportunity to join the fight. If he engaged too soon, he’d hit Wick. If he went in too late? His warrior would end up injured. So he flew around the periphery and waited…and waited. And waited for Wick to let him in.
    With a spectacular flip, Wick dodged claws and spiked tails. Avoiding the smaller dragon’s fangs, Wicks’ gold and black scales flashed as he delivered a bone-crunching uppercut. The bigger dragon reeled, head snapping to the side.
    Finally. He had his window.
    Engaging fast, Bastian sideswiped the bigger male. The razor-sharp blade of his tail bit deep, slicing through green scales. As blood welled on the enemy’s side, Pinhead bared his fangs. Fantastic. The Razorback was about to treat him to a bit of—
    Pinhead exhaled on a hiss.
    Scald shot between the fucker’s fangs. Bastian banked hard. A second before the napalm hit, he tucked his wings and rotated, spiraling into a supersonic spin. As the venomous stream rocketed beneath him, he got a whiff of it. Wicked cool. The stuff smelled nasty: like gasoline and dirty socks mixed with something sweet. Kind of like Buckley’s cough syrup. Which made sense: Scald could steal the company’s slogan, “It tastes awful. And it works.”
    The dump truck went flying, giant tires spinning as it hurtled through the air. With a twist, Bastian took cover, diving toward the railway tracks. The red Razorback wasn’t as quick and—
    Crunch! Metal met scales, snapping bone with a sickening crack.
    Jesus. The takedown was a thing of beauty. Wick’s aim was bang on, as usual. Though how he managed to get a hold of the Mack in the first place was a total mystery. One Bastian wanted to solve, but…
    Now was not the time.
    Wings extended, using a crane’s boom as cover, Bastian flipped, resetting his strike angle. He needed to take the green dragon alive. Answers…he wanted some before he killed the Razorback. And what do you know? Pinhead was on board with the plan. Struck stupid, he watched his comrade fall from the sky. As the red dragon hit the ground—a truck