Meanwhile, Dragynfire licked at Farvus’s armor, nearly cooking him alive. He screamed and let loose another useless arrow as he dove behind a boulder. That was way too close. Another time, and he would be Dragyn kibble. If giant, rusting, mechanical behemoths did in fact eat living organisms.

He shook that thought off fast and tried to calm down, taking deep breaths. Ok, he thought. What do I know? Well, this is a SteelDragyn, so the bolts I have won’t do any good. Umm. . .maybe I can use the terrain to my advantage? He surveyed as much as he could without getting what was left of his hair singed off. Charcoal-gray rocks were basically the only scenery outside the scrap-metal cave. Then a stroke of sheer brilliance came to Farvus. The cliff!

He lunged out from the boulder, hoisting his shield into the air. He waved his arms around, grabbing the Dragyn’s attention. As if he didn’t have it already.

He dodged and darted this way and that, ever closer to the edge of that cliff. . . .