Everything had vanished, become dark, and the mountain forest returned to the way it was before those damned hunters showed up. But not for long.<br/><br/>Egil’s head was pounding and his body ached all over. He was buried under the rubble and probably suffered a cracked rib or two, but he was still alive. Slowly, he dragged himself free and rose to his feet, trying to assess the damage. He was at least still able to move from the looks of things, that was good, he knew he had to find an exit and get out of here.<br/><br/>He looked up to where he had fallen, but before he had the time to think about his next move he at last heard the footsteps. Immediately, he thought that it was the hunters trying to corner him. He was not going to have that! If they thought he was going down this easily, they would be sorely disappointed. After all, he was a dragon.<br/><br/>A mighty roar meant to serve as a warning erupted from his throat, followed by a blast of fire which, for a few seconds, lit up the tunnel.