^^HOLD^^^

^^FERAL^^

^^HUNGER^^

AS John looked down at the mouth of the dragon. He knew that his end was approaching.

It was inescapable

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~Long day. Long week. Long month. Long year. For me, it goes beyond that. It’s been a long life…~

When fighting an alpha predator. Your death is sealed the instant you can see down its throat.

John understood that fact. So he laid limp and resigned himself to the familiar sensation of needles pricking at his mind. It was dread.

He would just let it end. It could finally end.

A screen appeared before John’s eyes.

On this screen was an image of a familiar basement painted with blood.

Captioned on the image were three words.

^^Hold^^Feral^^Hunger^^

It was worse than the silence.

John’s mind twisted and squirmed like a bed of snakes.

The image was the height of taboo.

John’s mind flickered and fluttered between deep red and darkness.

John tried to scream his hate but his throat closed.

The rods of consciousness which held John’s mind together bent.

Then he saw down the dragon’s mouth.

The rods snapped.

“I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL RIP EVERY THREAD OF YOUR BEING TO SHREDS!”

The burns didn’t seem to be affecting John anymore as he shot right back to his feet with no problems. His world was painted in shades of red and in front of him was a creature that melded with the red.

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I could not be doubted. That meant it was evil.

The dragon’s head snapped forward. Its jaws closed as it’s head moved.

John’s head snapped forward quicker.

His mouth widened to unrealistic proportions and he put his mouth around the dragon’s fangs.

John raised his hand and placed it on the roof of the dragon’s mouth. He pushed down with his neck.

“URKJA!”

The dragon grunted as its jaw was pushed a foot too far from where it normally was. John hoped to rip the dragon in half starting with its mouth.

The dragon started to pull John backwards. The second he was off balance it would close his jaws. Then…

SNAP!

No more John.

As the dragon walked backwards John lurched in the opposite direction.

Blood and gums splattered around John as he fell onto his ass.

John spit some fangs and blood onto the ground.

It had been a manipulation all along. John wanted the dragon to move back because with the dragon’s weight shifted backwards. John would be able to pull its fangs out without it falling onto him.

John spat the fangs onto the ground. He bared his teeth at the dragon as he stood up.

“I’LL KILL YOU.”

The dragon unfurled its wings. It was trying to take flight.

If the dragon got into the air the fight would be as good as over. John couldn’t allow that.

John jumped forward with as much force as he could muster.

John wasn’t sure if it was his added strength or something else. But when he jumped he managed to fly many feet into the air.

John reached out and put his hand around the wing. Under John’s weight, there was no way the wing could hold itself up.

The wing fell downwards with more force than should be possible. John grit his teeth and bent his knees as the wing hammered him into the ground.

The impact made his grip on the wing slip. The wing again rose into the air. It was too fast for John to catch.

John’s blad scalp grew cold as the wind buffeted his head.

The dragon was in the air. The fight was as good as over now.

It could just fly away.

John had just lost his precious stat points.

~I’M SCREWED.~

…….

Travel log: Day three

Terrifying. The creature emanated that mana-adjacent energy in such density that I swear a part of me drowned just being near it.

I’m willing to admit it now. I’m scared. That thing scared me. It had eyes that contained rage I had only seen within the strongest of red dragons. It let out an aura of some terrifying force that I could scarcely comprehend.

I wanted to run away.

BUT I LIVE UNDER THE POWER OF A LEGACY!

A thousand generations. Ten million years. In all that time not a single one of my dynasty has run away. Death, torture, rape.

We faced all the horrible hells with a thick face and a strong heart.

Also, I’m a dragon. In the air, I can defeat anything.

Even that creature. Right?

Right?

End of log

……

The dragon circled around in the air for a few minutes.

Then, It dove down and shot a great gust of fire in John’s direction.

Luckily, it missed John by a few feet. But John knew the next one wouldn’t miss.

__________________________

I need to find cover

~ ~

I Need to kill this thing

__________________________

Those two thoughts echoed thoughts echoed through John’s mind in unison.

Cover. Where would cover be in this place?

John’s eyes darted around his surroundings. Around him were piles of rubble and cars. Not much that could protect you from aerial attacks.

Or was there? John’s eyes focused on the cars. They were twisted and almost completely crushed from the bombing.

But John could still see clear grips underneath that one could use to lift the car up.

John speed-shuffled to a nearby car and grabbed at the bottom of it.

He looked up at the dragon. It was getting larger in his view.

Meaning it was descending lower in the sky.

~I have to wait for the best moment.~

John stood there for a few moments. He was glaring at the dragon with unflinching eyes.

The dragon opened its mouth.

~Now!~

John bent down into a squat and pulled the car over his head.

The sound of a rushing river echoed above John.

The fire lasted for only a few seconds before the dragon ascended back into the sky.

But in that time the car was hot to the touch.

~Well… Shit. My guess was right. It really is the same as fighting a fighter jet.~

How does anyone win against a fighter jet?

End of chap

Weight.

Soda.

Pizza.

I’m home alone let’s do the thang thang.

Confusion