"I am a man of my word," the dragon rumbled. "So to speak." The dragon opened his jaws to speak again, but was cut off by a roar from the sky above. A second dragon dove towards the ground, landed behind Sara. He was younger, perhaps half the size of the first dragon. His scales were a fiery orange, with tigerlike stripes. The glistened with a golden sheen in the light.

"I will forgive your intrusion if you leave now, whelp!" the old dragon hissed. His four eyes narrowed at the intruder.

"Lazy old lizard," the new dragon chided mockingly. "Growing fat on helpless humans. You do not deserve to be called a dragon." The old dragon slammed a taloned paw down.

"Stay out of my affairs!" The second dragon whipped around, slapping his opponent across the face with the tip of his tail; it was the equivalent of spitting in someone's face. The young dragon took off into the sky. The old dragon bellowed in rage. "I will return for you, my dear. I have rubbish to eliminate!" And with that the dogfight began.