The sounds of the trumpets interrupted Jackson's soft moment of reprieve, and he sighed. The dragon had been sighted, again. This white beast was becoming a true fiend to his kingdom, and the longer it lived the more destruction it spread. He gave a sharp whistle, and his friend and closest advisor, who was never far away, began yelling for his armor and his horse.<br/>As he dressed he and his knights mounted and began to race towards the billows of smoke that signaled where the white monster leveled a town. As they approached Jackson halted his men, and motioned for them to dismount just outside of town, and then he signaled for the men to approach in a pincers attack. One force would approach from the left and one from the right. He, and his best friend would then approach from the rear, and while the dragon was occupied they would slip under the beast to it's more sensitive underbelly.<br/>He men moved forward, and Jackson had the most peculiar feeling about the situation as he watched the dragon gulp down an entire cow. Odd.<br/>With a shake of his head he moved forward, slinking towards the dragon with the utmost of caution as his men loaded flaming arrows and lobbed them at the dragon from behind buildings. He wanted them as safe from an attack as possible, as he skirted the thrashing tail of the dragon.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-J700T using Tapatalk