Chapter 29.3- The Seadragon's Roar

In the air again, we were kings. No, riding a dragon meant we were kings no matter where it was we were— the ground, the sea, the fucking skies. We were kings of it all, unbeatable, unquestionable. Vhagar showed it as she dove down again. Two massive gouts of flames burned a line into the water, basically splitting the ships in two. The Velaryon ships had begun boarding the Triarchy ships on the other side and collecting surrenders. It was near impossible to make out individuals from this far, but I was willing to bet that the ship with the most chaos— the one that two different people had fallen overboard from in the last few minutes— was the one with Borros on it.

He was doing his duty and we did ours. We didn’t need any of the ships on the other side of the line, so we gave them a lesson in what a dragon could do. Vhagar was unstoppable, and so we allowed her to lead. She was the hammer, we were the scalpel that followed. Was that a good analogy? Probably not. The point is that while Vhagar was less than discriminate with her violence…and that was putting it nicely, we were careful with our targets. Any ship that came close to aiming a scorpion found themselves the subject of our attentions. And while they could be fast with it, could twist and aim it quickly. Igneel and I were quicker.

Something had happened after the poisoning. The channel between Igneel and I was more open now. So where Igneel would have had to. Be careful with his accelerations when he had me on his back, or dive slower to avoid me falling off, all he did was send some of his strength my way. Whatever g-forces we were subject to as Igneel banked and turned at near full speed were brushed off with ease that was frankly inhuman. It had taken me all that I had to give Igneel enough energy to fly a few hundred meters at half speed. It seemed to cost him nothing to enhance me to levels that no human could ever dream of reaching.

Even as we flew, my mind was calculating the possibilities. What would this mean for fights in future? Would I be able to just pull on Igneel’s strength and become Captain America at will? Thinking and zoning off meant I didn’t spot them until it was almost too late. They were on the other side of Vhagar’s line. We hadn’t even been attacking them and one of those idiots fancies himself a dragon slayer. Well, what did they say about examples. I looked at the ship and then the two next to it, communicating my idea to Igneel through a series of images. If dragons could laugh then that would have been the sound he was making as we shot off.