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FLYING OVER WARWINGS

I flash through the sky in a blur.

Check FLIGHT SPEED on powerstaff. 374 MPH.

Hold tight, Fribby. I’m coming.

Flying over WarWings, I peer down and see the remnants of my clash with Rexro at the Telo-Device. There’s rubble spread out around the Zap Pad like the aftermath of an asteroid storm.

Rexro’s Safety Cage is still smoldering, with plumes of blacksmoke twirling up off of it.

You can see there are journalists from our school’s datastream, The Digital Fire-Breather, snapping holopics of the scene with their powerstaffs.

A couple of the dragons down below turn and look up into the sky and point at my scaly green ass.

I know they’re snapping holopics and saying how that fiend up there wearing the red cape is the crazy fool bastard who blasted Rexro with a firestream.

They’ll probably post a piece about me on The Digital Fire-Breather in the next hour or so.

Now as I’m flying through the sky I have to admit it feels a little glorious to be pointed out like this, as if I am some kind of boss dragon with tons of WILL TO POWER.

But unfortunately I don’t have time to enjoy it, because I’m needed elsewhere.

Below me I spot ATHENOS II, parked among thousands of other spaceships.

And so I flap my wings and start my descent, rocketing toward my spaceship.

Thwack-thwack.