Chapter 9 - 8: So Hungry!
Seeing that the Red Hatchling, which had been expelled from its nest, didn’t flee but rather charged at them, the three ogres immediately burst into ecstatic, goofy laughter.
This Red Hatchling looked like a True Dragon, but its current size suggested it had been abandoned soon after hatching, still small enough to be wandering alone.
Although even a lone Red Hatchling was dangerous, capable of spitting lethal flames if cornered, two ogres working together had captured a White Hatchling Dragon in the past. And now...
There were three of them!
This was a gift from nature!
The ogres instantly looked up, letting out a thunderous battle roar. "BADONA!!!"
But as soon as the battle began, the ogre whose face David had latched onto emitted a painful, blood-curdling scream.
David used all four claws as well as the hooks on his wings, like fourteen sharp daggers constantly thrusting in and out of the ogre’s relatively soft flesh in its supraclavicular area, neck, and back muscles. His Dragon Kiss—a mouth bristling with sharp teeth—clung ferociously to the ogre’s crown, a fierce growl emitting from his throat.
Though most of the claw strikes were too short to penetrate the ogre’s thick layer of fat, blood and flesh still splattered everywhere. The thick, half-finger-width skullcap was slowly and brutally pried from its cranium, looking exceptionally gruesome.
The ogre, out of an instinct for survival, tried to pull the red Monster off his face, but the Red Dragon’s tail was bound tightly around his neck like the most rugged steel cable, impossible to dislodge.
As he grew weaker, he realized something. Instead of trying to push David away, he clung more tightly to David’s hips. Struggling to breathe, he growled laboriously, "NAGA! MADADONA!"