The dragons were rolling over the bed, the chairs and every damn furniture that came in their way, and broke in the trail they left. They were punching each other and roaring curses, panting and spitting blood. It was a sight to behold. Meryl stood there, frozen to the ground. The two were furious at each other and she didn’t even know why Brishor exploded. He slammed a fist into Chezzal’s face and his blood sprayed all over. But Chezzal threw one right back. Brishor’s head whipped to the side under impact. Meryl had seen humans fighting, but had never seen dragons fighting, and they looked feral… dangerous as hell. The scales on their bodies erupted and settled and then erupted again. Things went flying around, yet Meryl stood dumbfounded in her place. Suddenly dread skittered through her spine when she heard Brishor saying, “How dare you offer your hand to her?”
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