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Borate felt a gust of warm air pass. He looked up to see why he wasn’t engulfed in flames. Shana was standing next to him, arms outstretched. The fire the dragon had blown moments earlier was pushed aside, surrounded by a bubble of some sort.

Shana closed her hands and the fire was extinguished. She then turned to Borate and hugged him.

“Oh, Borate, you’re bleeding!” she exclaimed.

The dragon took advantage of her lack of attention and whipped his tail around, knocking both Borate and Shana for a tumble. Borate made sure he landed on bottom when they came to a stop, cushioning Shana the best he could.

“You must leave, little one,” Borate urged. “Before you get hurt.”

“No!” Shana stated. “I’m not leaving you again. We will do this together.”

She then stood and faced the dragon who was building up for another breath of fire. Borate stood at her side, preparing to pounce.

“No, let him blow,” Shana ordered.

The dragon let loose a tremendous blast of fire. Borate stepped in front of Shana out of instinct, but soon saw there was no reason for concern.

Shana stepped around him, put her hands out, captured the fire in another bubble, and blew it back at the dragon. The dragon was so stunned by what he was witnessing that he didn’t have time to duck.

Scales burning, the dragon charged Shana. Borate met him head on, and they rolled in the dirt. Injured, the dragon was no match for Borate. With one mighty thrust, Borate plunged his claws into the dragons belly, killing it.

He then pulled the dragon’s heart out, held it up and screamed.