Suddenly, a faraway screech broke through the foliage, and the small silhouette of a bird was seen circling the area in the moonlight... wait. That's not a bird.. it started to soar down straight towards the bundle of orcs.. it was the dragon.

Fafnir settled behind the crowd, taking a few trees down with him, and roared rather loudly at the attackers. He barely gave the orcs a chance to turn to face him and flames were emitted once again from the depths of his throat. He quickly lifted a large taloned arm and violently swiped the orcs away before noticing the damsel in distress. In fear, the leading orc had let her go and stared up at the dragon in shock, and Fafnir did not hesitate to grab him, though quickly disposed of him by throwing him far off.

Fafnir didn't seem to mind the few surviving orcs, who either ran away or writhed in pain on the ground. They would know that a dragon was no match for them, for now, and he would glare down at Amber, seemingly.. angry. "State your business, mortal," his voice rasped. He sensed that she was here for a reason, oddly. If not, she would most likely be injured by this dragon as well.