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Pssh! Why is that even a question? Bunch of low-level rabble versus an actual dragon. This’ll be a cakewalk…is what every moron says before they get their ass handed to them. However, in this case the arrogance was fully justified as I lept down onto the two holding the struggling man, claws tearing deep chunks into their chests, and knocking all three down to the ground.

Feeling the warmth of their blood start pooling under my claws, I quickly turned and speared the one facing the woman through the back of the throat as the others started to react to the insanity before them.

“WHAT THE FUCK! IT’S A FUCKING DR-” is as far as one of the bystanders got before I was a green blur slashing through his throat and leaping on the other, jaw clamping down on his head.

“FUCKSHITFUCKSHITFU-” the man who had been utterly failing at getting the woman out of her clothes started running towards the caravan and became an easy target.

However, all this commotion hadn’t gone unnoticed, “FUCKING HELL! IT’S A GODSDAMNED DRAGON!”

As more of the bandits who had been looting the caravan started to grab weapons, particularly spears, bows, and even a few crossbows, they had made one kinda unfortunate mistake. See I’m not just a dragon, but one born to soar, so as they launched a volley of bolts, arrows, and javelins, I merely laughed as I raised up and, with naught but a beat of my wings, sent a massive gust that threw all the projectiles away.

“Heh. My turn little prey” my words almost shocked them more than the casual deflection of their attacks as my throat and chest started to glow a deep green, my large lungs expanding.

However, their stunned disbelief would be their doom as they were too slow to react as a torrent of noxious gas spewed forth in a great column that encompassed the entire caravan. The bandits started stumbling out of the green fog, hacking and retching as I slowly approached and started silencing them one by one.

Once that was done, I turned back to the few survivors. The armored woman had grabbed the dead bandit’s sword and was standing in front of the other two, tensing as I approached.