[color=pink]"We keep [i]fighting[/i]."[/color] Kyra told Parum plainly. Like there was anything else they could do in the face of a dragon. Maybe she could run away, but Parum was an outsider. She had no stake here. Kyra lives here, her friends and family were here, and these people came and attacked them. Whatever logic or reason Parum was looking for wasn't going to be found here. This dragon was here and he had an army. Kyra intended to stop them.

Kyra didn't find any survivors. There were a few soldiers who were so traumatized by the attacks they were a gibbering mess, but no one who was wounded and could survive. If they weren't ash, they were body parts. Kyra felt oddly stoic in the face of such horrible tragedy. But maybe that was because if she broke down too, then there would be no hope left. She dragged dead bodies off to the side and piled body parts into a mat. 

Slowly after the dragon had fled soldiers were returning to the walls. Kyra wasn't sure what to think of the ones who fled. She would call them cowards, but she didn't fight either. Maybe fools, but the braver ones died first. All she could really feel was anger. She was angry at the dragon for attacking her village, angry at these soldiers for failing to kill it. Angry at herself for being so weak. And she wanted nothing more than vengeance.

[color=pink]"We can't keep staying in this fortress. We're sitting ducks out here, and we're going to keep losing men day-after-day as long as they dragon is alive. Orchid's methods was foolish but the goal is the same. We have to hunt down the dragon."[/color]