Shame gripped Astrid, as she looked back at her transformed mount. Both shielded and pinned by a saddle that now ensured she was stuck.
Astrid drew her axe, and charged back towards the fight. She wasn't going to abandon her dragon... However, sheepish she might look at the moment. With a terrifying war cry, she raced headlong. Uncaring to any risk to herself.
The attacking dragon was startled by her response. The speed making it overshoot, the cowering Stormfly. Plucking a smaller throwing axe from her saddle, she threw it with all her strength towards the attacker.
It swerved, another blast flying aside, unable to correct itself and target the fierce human. Heaving the saddle aside, Astrid planted herself between the dragon and Stormfly. Daring the white menace to attempt a second attack. Crouching low, Astrid was half-hunched, ready to leap, or strike in any direction.
She felt the wooly quivering coat of Stormfly pressed urgently against the back of her legs. The sensation heartbreaking after the scaly warmth, and protective spines, that were normal.
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