Chapter 21: Smirking Face of Death 2
Aster desperately struggled to get his shield up from the true rush of fight or flight instincts that swept over him.
This was it. He needed to get away from this monster NOW before it killed him. As the golden shield finally appeared between Aster and the dragon, and the warm light washed over the stadium, the boy tried to speak, only managing to spit more blood out of his mouth at first.
Before he could even get the words "I yield," to form on his busted lips, he was stopped by a sense of terror as the dragon descended upon him.
He had merely jumped over the shield like it wasn’t even there with a small boost from his wings and was now diving down at the human with an outstretched hand.
Straga’s giant fingers easily encased the human’s skinny neck in his grasp as he fell towards him. Aster’s head was slammed into the ground below as the dragon landed in a hunched-over position.
Just as with all his attacks, the dragon had held back just enough. The plaything would be long dead by now if not, and no matter how much he wanted to finish the human off, he didn’t want to be tried for murder just yet.
That soft prince of his would probably push for a charge after that proclamation he made yesterday about letting the human survive.
Straga couldn’t kill him, but he could have just a little more fun before he had to put his toy away for the time being.
Using his tight grip on the boy’s throat, the dragon pulled him up to his own shoulder, pressing his mouth right next to the boy’s ear as he spoke in that terrible whisper of his once more.