The comet of fire slammed into the ruins of the castle, spreading flame in all directions. The sky turned red, and a yellow mushroom cloud emenated upward. The pile of debris unsettled and flew into the air, only to rain down across the ruins of the town. Several of the remaining walls of the castle cracked and fell over. Although Draven aimed to vaporize the castle completely, he was satisfied with the level of destruction. Even if Scorch had survived the colapse, there was no way he could have survived that...
Somewhat exhasted, Draven flew diagonally downwards towards a nearby group of dark soldiers, who had absolutely no idea what was going on and certainly knew better than to ask. Although he was fatigued, Draven at least had accomplished one of the checks on his 'to-do list'.
However he frowed as he landed, thinking about what his real priority was...
"Blast, the sword..."
Scorch was clearly distracting him so the wyvern man and the washed up knight could escape with his prize. He debated whether to pursue them immediately, but he was running out of energy...
"No matter, I'll find those weaklings soon enough..."
A lieutenant approached Draven, wringing his hands.
"My Lord, what are your orders?"
"Have you set up my tent yet? Bring me to it."
The soldiers panicked as they realized the gust from the explosion knocked all the tents they had been setting up down.
"Uhh, yes my lord..."
The lieutenant slowly lead Draven while the other twenty soldiers ran ahead at full speed to attempt to reassemble the tent before Draven arived.
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(Heh, that's so RPG-ish)
Iduran glanced at the map.
"Yes, I remember now! Quickly, we can make it before nightfall."
He hurried out of the cave.