As far as Giro Moss was concerned, enough was enough and a dragon was most certainly enough.

'Seems the only choices are alive or dead,' he announced to his newest companion, 'if you prefer life I suggest you follow me.'

With that, and without looking back to see if his words had been heeded, Giro fled the scene of carnage. A strategic retreat is what he would call it. Military organisation and the firepower of a dragon were not something he was really accustomed to fighting and he had no intention of starting now, especially when trying to save the life of the thing that was trying to kill him now. Yes, he had most certainly had enough.

The military precision and his own speed were enough to virtually ensure his chances of escape, even if the dragon started firing after him. The cover of the trees eluded him only briefly before he was back underneath the foliage, dense enough to shield him from most harm. This was their home, they would not dare use magic in this close proximity to it.

He passed a red haired girl as he fled and called out to her, 'they're on the warpath, run!' Again, he did not look back to see if his words were heeded. There was not exactly much he could do at this point.

The planned direction was south. South to safety and the town of Catourel. Unfortunately this meant many more trees and even crossing a river, but safety was safety after all. When all had gone quiet and the trees had began to thin Giro stopped and waited, hoping that somebody had done the intelligent thing and decided to follow him.

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