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Franz was yelling something at the top of his lungs. “Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!”

What was a bomb? Probably something bad from the urgency in Franz’s tone. Was he calling the metal dragon a bomb?

Lytt flared her wings, knocking a slow-moving armor to the ground. It jerkily rolled over and began to stand as she dropped to the floor. Smoke filled the room, stinging her eyes and burning her throat.

A sound that rivaled thunder rocked the room. Everything paused, even the armors and dragon. More smoke thickened the air. Then Franz was shouting, “Over here! Lytt! Teagan! Over here!”

Nearly blind from the smoke, Lytt pulled Teagan to his feet. “Come, friend. Do your best.”

Teagan mumbled something and strained to his feet. His face contorted with pain and he grimaced. Without the painkillers, there would have been no way he could have made it.

But instead of heading for Franz’s voice, Teagan strode unsteadily towards the dragon.

“Teagan!” Lytt screamed. “What are you doing?!”

Teagan didn’t reply, just hefted a battleax left on the floor, gritting his teeth as determination lit his curious blue eyes.

Lytt dashed for Franz’s voice, half running, half gliding. Franz was kneeling at the edge of a hole in the ground. She couldn’t see how far it dropped. “Teagan’s gone crazy,” Lytt explained. “He’s attacking the dragon. I won’t be able to stop him, but he’s going to get himself killed!”

“Drop down there,” Franz ordered, gesturing to the hole.

Lytt paused. Claustrophobia was closing in. She couldn’t go down, not again. “I’ll stay with you.”

Teagan’s shout rang through the smoke as the sound of metal crashing upon metal filled the room. Sparks flew. The battle was on.

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@kimlikesart (I figure you can have Teagan die somehow this way?)