"It's been a while since I killed a dragon," said King Astrion's Royal Guard Captain, Roen Halveth, as he gazed at Princess Fiora, whom he was up against. "I wonder if your flesh will taste as good as the one I had killed."
"I'll never die under a pervert's hand," Princess Fiora replied coldly as she stared at the middle-aged bald captain, who was eyeing her like she was some kind of delicacy.
"A beast who can talk is still a beast." Captain Roen sneered. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you once I cut off your limbs."
The Guard Captain had broken through the Dragonkin's offensive, killing hundreds of Dragonkin, before Princess Fiora arrived to face him.
Thirteen promised he would deal with two of the enemy's archons, so Princess Fiora, Prince Aurelion, Commander Dravon, Camazotz, and Zapar focused on the remaining five Archons of the Artemian Army.
Their goal was simple.
To hold back the enemy for as long as they could.
