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Some time had passed since her trails with the dactyl and seeing as there was some promise to the young girl Burrom had taken her out again this time to fight a much bigger prize. Though he had informed Tilawen what she had done with the dactyl she had a hard time believing she had done anything. Today Burrom had located a Aryalal dragon and it was her task to bring it down. Though things were not going well, Burrom basically held back his attacks only striking to distract the aryala if was going for a killing strike against the young girl.

"Tilawen attack, don't cower!" The spearman shouted at the young girl who was having a much harder time with this dragon than she had with the ysali dragons she had fought on her own. Perhaps this was due to the idea of her suddenly having expectations to meet and it unnerved her, made her panic when she should be attacking and it left her being struck over an over.

A tail swipe sent her flying from her original position her staff tumbling from her hands when she landed. Burrom only made it just in time to stop the creature jaws from chewing her in half. Looming above her Tilawen felt almost in awe watching as Burrom protected her in such a fierce manner. There was something almost urgent in Burrom's sudden interest in teaching her how to fight.

"Get up! Move! Don't sit there or you will DIE." The spearman commanded as he forced the dragon backwards a downward slash of his spear sending a bout of fire in the dragons direction. The creature backed up rapidly when it seemed to realize that its real foe wasn't the young girl but the man. A roar erupted from the dragons mouth and though the girl was struggling to stand up she had twisted something in her ankle upon her fall.

A frustrated sound emitted from the dovaa man as he strode forward and finished the dragon off himself. As the dragon's body disintegrated the orb was claimed by the older man and tucked away in a satchel. It was only then that he came back for the girl grabbed her arm roughly and hauled her onto her feet. Wincing as she was expected to walk on her injured leg, her staff was reclaimed by her father and handed to her.

"Don't be such a disappointment next time." Were his only words to her as they headed back home the girl trailing behind a flurry of questions never spoken but on the tip of her tongue.