Morphine felt the abrupt change in temperature around her shoulder. At first, she assumed that the Orc's blood was somehow warming up--it somehow made sense that Orc blood should heat up when the Orc is aroused--but when she heard the guttural screams, she knew that something else was going on. Her eyes open, Morphine and her captors were equally shocked to see a tiny dragon.<br/><br/>However, she didn't allow her confusion to stop her from crawling away from her captors when the one who had been grasping her should er released it as the dragon bit into her captor's hand. Morphine rose to her feet, and realized that they--her feet--were shaking. She wanted to run but couldn't.<br/><br/>The Orcs, transfixed, as their friend hollered in pain, as the dragon bit into their friend's arm. One of them brandished a small battle ax but his friends were smart enough to run away. Dumbstruck, the Orc who had brandished the battle ax dropped his weapon and fled, also.<br/><br/>Morphine found her strength. Without looking back, she ran in the opposite direction of her former pursuers. She had heard stories of the ferocity of dragons and knew better than to interact with them.