Chapter 274: The Fire Dragon part 1
About twenty one days before the fire dragon was slain, Patricia was just wanting to sleep. Maybe get Patrick to satisfy her as well, but she acknowledged that she was wearing Patrick out. She couldn't be sure if it was that she had a bigger libido than he did or if it was that she was able to sleep better for some reason.
Regardless of any of that, they were just finishing their dinner as the sky was filling with stars, only dimmed by their small campfire. For some reason, lately the stars on this world seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on her. She felt, more than was aware herself, of curling up next to Patrick as she felt herself starting to drift off into sleep; the food she'd just eaten settling comfortably in her stomach, adding to her drowsiness.
Patricia didn't plan on getting up for anything. She was confident that they'd be aware of anything that came to close to them, so she didn't have any worries right then.
However, in a moment, there was a bright flash over their campfire and if Patrick still hadn't been awake and quick enough, Patricia suspected that she'd have met her end right then and there. The sounds of something heavy suddenly resting on the canyon shelf above the river they'd been traveling along.
As by the time she opened her eyes, she could see blue and purple flames that seemed to create the shape of a dragon, with a large darkness silhouette beneath the flames. Patricia could see where she had been laying on the ground, underneath the left foot of the creature, as it's fiery eyes followed them.
While she considered that this creature might be the fire dragon that they were supposed to fight and kill, she felt more mesmerized by it right then. It wasn't the same as with the stars, but it still made her feel rather relaxed. She couldn't say if it was because it was made of fire while her element was ice, or if it was just because she was so tired right then, but she found it hard to care at that moment.
Patrick launched an attack at the fire dragon, what he called his flamethrower, which consisted of a stream of white hot flames. When he'd first tested it out in the forest after they'd gotten out of the dungeon and satisfied their libidos, he'd very nearly started a forest fire with it. If she hadn't been able to use up all her MP to create enough ice to put out all the flames, she wasn't sure what would have happened as a result after that.
The flamethrower attack knocked the dragon back, though it looked more like it was similar to pushing a large dog. It might make them move a little, but they weren't likely to fall down and stay down as a result. The creature in this case merely looked like it stumbled from the impact, but quickly recovered and seemed to grow a little stronger from Patrick's flames.
Patricia couldn't be sure if it was the fact that Patrick was fighting or if there was some other reason behind it, but she felt herself starting to grow more alert. At least alert enough to launch out an attack of her own.