The dragon killer brandished her sword. "No matter, I can kill you just as easily out in the open." She rushed forward, but in the blink of an eye, Paz was in front of her. She held onto the wrist holding the sword.

"Go! Run away now!" She yelled without looking back at me.

I didn't know what to do. I knew what I was told to do, what was logical. But being told your best friend is a dragon from another world is not a logical way to start a night in the first place, and all other logic seemed to have been thrown out in a similar fashion. I met the dragon killer's eye and she smiled at me. There was a struggle between the two women for control of the weapon, and suddenly I was face-to-face with the crazy woman with a sword. She was panting in my face, and I couldn't move, I could only stare at the faint lines of scars that travelled up her neck in an effort not to look into her eyes.