The orange dragon went higher and higher up until he disappeared into the clouds. Of course, the old fool followed him, and the battle was over before it had truly begun. The younger dragon raked his talons across his opponent's belly, shredding his organs, and landed three slashing blows to his enemy's neck. Blood filled the air like a fountain, and in the older dragon's death throes, he slashed the orange dragon's wing membrane. Suddenly devoid of lift, he crashed into the mountain near the girl. Although no bones were broken, he was in quite a bit of pain. But despite his pain, the orange dragon focused on the girl.

However, he wasn't interested in her for food.. He spoke with a slight Scottish accent.

"Girl, are you okay?" he asked. "Are you hurt badly?"