Chapter 29.2- The Seadragon's Roar

They panicked. Someone must have even bricked their pants with how suddenly they turned to the air only to find a mountain of a dragon falling down upon them. We didn’t give them the time to turn their scorpions about. “Dracarys” I roared in unison with Igneel and his flames roared next, covering a large swathe of the air with flames, setting two or three boats on fire before we dove upwards again, abandoning the straffing run.

Vhagar’s attack came after ours but she was worlds more effective, red fire covering the air and then covering the ships. Near a dozen ships suffered her wrath in just the first turn. Just as planned, Laena and I concentrated our attacks on the front line and the center. If we wanted to leave here with some new ships, then it would be the laggards at the back, faced with Uncle Vaemond’s devastating offensive while watching the effects that dragons would have that would be more likely to surrender.

To make sure they did, Igneel and I played up the theatre. Where we could have been efficient and clinical, we were showy and brutal. And Vhagar herself needed no orders. She had been a killer of men before Laena’s and I’s grandparents had even been contemplated. Everytime she dove, more and more ships found themselves on fire. A few managed to turn their scorpions about in time, but what did it matter.

It was far from the rain of scorpion bolts enough to blot the sun itself that it would have taken to secure a guaranteed hit. Few as they were, Igneel and I were quick enough to dodge them while Vhagar allowed the few that were aimed well enough to reach her top later against scales as hard as steel and fall back to the sea. Another bolt flew, just missing Laeana by a hair’s breadth. Vhagar was pissed, and so were we. Bu

We aimed straight for the ship the bolt had come from and landed on it with no concern for those on it. A few were crushed under our feet but that was not enough. We struck with tooth, claw and scale. It was not enough for them to die. We wanted to taste their blood as they did it. One ran straight at us even while all his fellows tried to flee the ship. Igneel’s tail wrapped around his midsection before tossing him up and into his mouth.

We bit down once. Crunch. Blood flowed into our throat but we still hadn’t had enough. They had dared. “Dracarys” I roared. From here, Igneel could easily aim at all the other ships. We spun in a circle, setting all the other sips on fire around is before we pushed off the boat, leaving it to sink as we flew upwards. I heard the telltale whistling of a scorpion bolt as we did so, the weapon just about missing us as it flew past.