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into the ride, they slowed and came to a halt. He squinted in the dimness. Bayzog and Shum strolled along at his and Hoven’s side. Bayzog had a weary look in his violet eyes.
    “Are you well, Bayzog?” Ben asked.
    “Well enough, just weak.” Bayzog grimaced. “This riding jars my legs, but I’ll make it. Much better than walking so far.”
    Brenwar reared his horse around and said, “Why are we stopping fer? Time’s wasting.”
    Shum held up his hand and tilted his head, saying, “I heard something.”
    “Over all the riding?” Ben asked.
    “A moment of quiet please,” Shum said.
    The Elven Roaming Rangers sat poised in their saddles like dark statues. Unmoving and stony. If he didn’t know they were there, he’d probably walk right by them. He noticed Bayzog perk up and bend his ear towards the sky.
    Am I missing something?
    He cupped his ear and closed his eyes. It bothered him, the better senses the other races had. They could see better in the dark and hear trickles and scuffles where none could be heard. He continually had to find ways to improvise.
    A minute went by, maybe two, and when he was about to pull his hand from his ear, he heard something. East, farther downriver, a howl, maybe a roar erupted in the woods. His heart started pounding. It sounded big. Huge perhaps. Goosebumps rose on his arms.
    “That’s where Nath is,” Brenwar growled.
    “How do you know?” Ben said
    “Only Nath could make something that mad.” Brenwar wheeled his horse around. “And we better get over there before that monster kills him. Ee-Yah!”
     

 
    CHAPTER 10
     
     
    Still dazed, Nath felt something stir inside him. Outside of him, something else stirred. The dragon had him wedged inside its mouth. Its great teeth ground at his scales. The pressure was building, and his body popped and cracked. He screamed.
    The dragon shook him.
    Nath punched its nose with all the power he had. He could feel the dragon’s throaty laughter.
    I can’t go like this. I can’t!
    His stomach buckled and knotted. Something inside him grew and stirred. He let out an awful bellow. His limbs popped and stretched.
    The dragon’s bone-splintering pressure eased.
    Nath felt magic course through him. The potion had ignited and was rushing through his blood. He expanded. Head, torso, and limbs groaned and enlarged. He caught the second dragon’s bewildered look and watched it back off.
    “What trick is this!” the first dragon thought, releasing Nath from its jaws.
    Nath convulsed and thrashed.
    The dragons backed away.
    Finally, the stretching stopped. He gathered his feet under him and stood erect.
    “Sweet Salamanders!”
    He was a tower. A great wall. He grabbed a tree and ripped it from the ground.
    “COME, DRAGONS,” Nath beckoned, looking down in their eyes. “THE BATTLE ISN’T FINISHED YET.” His voice thundered. “AND WHEN IT’S OVER, PERHAPS I’LL EAT YOU .” He swung the tree like a club into the haunches of the first dragon. It scurried and hissed.
    Nath laughed. He was bigger than them. Taller by a head. He was a man fighting two giant lizards.
    A geyser of flame erupted from the second dragon’s mouth, burning into the scales on Nath’s legs. He couldn’t contain his scream. Angered, he spit his own larger geyser of flame right into its face. It thrashed in the flames.
    The first dragon’s great tail swept Nath’s feet out from under him. The pair of giants wrestled back and forth. Trees fell. Rocks crumbled behind their bulk. It wrapped its tail around Nath’s neck. Nath locked his claws around its throat and squeezed with all his power.
    “You cannot kill me,” it thought in his mind. “You don’t have the willpower. Just like your father, who spared us once before, you are a fool, Nath Dragon.”
    Nath released its neck and started punching. Harder and Harder. He loosened its jaw. Dotted its eyes. He walloped it in the soft spot behind its wings. Its tail around his neck slackened. Nath tore the