Flurry Heart had never taken joy in violence before. Even so, there was something satisfying in seeing just how effortlessly the dragon fought. Not like any of the dragons she’d seen before—there was nothing of strength or rage in it, relying on its magic and impervious scales. This one used its hands, dancing around the guard even though he was perhaps half the height. He caught the club mid-swing, then smashed it up into the guard’s armored face. 