Steaming, from what he’d done to it. Not to it, but to himself. The body he’d turned into solid flame, so hot it had melted through the wyvern’s jaws, its throat, and he had passed through the beast’s mouth as if it were nothing but a cobweb. The Yellowlegs rider who’d survived the crash drew her sword, but too late. Glennis put an arrow through her throat. Silence fell. Even the battle above died
WTF
