His body jerked before it went flat, literally dying from an abundance of pain his brain couldn’t override. I pulled the dragon’s claw free before I drove it back down into the top of his skull. Over and over again, I did this until a hand pressed lightly to my back and I turned, claw at the ready. Eli and Walter leaped back, eyes wide. “You—you good?” Eli asked nervously. “Mendax is rolling over in his grave with a stiff dick somewhere right now,” Walter said, looking much more relaxed with the scene before him than Eli.
