[ He feels the echo of pain when the dragon's claw slices into her back -- just pressure, mostly, a dull feeling that makes him stumble with surprise.
And then he turns to see her falling, and he cries out her name, raw and terrified. And suddenly the dragon is bearing down on her, and Peter yanks an arrow from his quiver, firing at the monster's chest. One after another after another at a relentless pace as he rushes forward to Maya's side. Peter's deaf to the dragon's screams of agony as each of his shots finds its mark, burying deep into the dragon's weakened hide.
At last the dragon collapses, its blood turning the snow to steam and mist. Peter doesn't bother checking if the thing is dead or if it's even on its way, though, instead shouldering his bow and kneeling beside Maya. ]
Hey-- [ oh fuck, he's scared. He's so terrified, and his hands shake as he reaches out to her. ] Hey, c'mon, now's not the time for resting, alright?
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And then he turns to see her falling, and he cries out her name, raw and terrified. And suddenly the dragon is bearing down on her, and Peter yanks an arrow from his quiver, firing at the monster's chest. One after another after another at a relentless pace as he rushes forward to Maya's side. Peter's deaf to the dragon's screams of agony as each of his shots finds its mark, burying deep into the dragon's weakened hide.
At last the dragon collapses, its blood turning the snow to steam and mist. Peter doesn't bother checking if the thing is dead or if it's even on its way, though, instead shouldering his bow and kneeling beside Maya. ]
Hey-- [ oh fuck, he's scared. He's so terrified, and his hands shake as he reaches out to her. ] Hey, c'mon, now's not the time for resting, alright?