Jackson's quick shout for his men to get down saved some of the soldiers, but not all as the white dragon launched her own attack. He rushed forward to go for her belly but she whirled, flames spitting and her claws lashed out. At first he wasn't sure what had happened until he felt one of her claws prick the skin of his torso. Her claws were wicked sharp to cut through his armor.<br/>He shook his head, looking around towards his comrades but the swirl of air that whooshed by, kicking up dust as she lifted into the air made visibility impossible. He felt her claws clench around him and he felt his stomach surge. Desperately he held onto his earlier meal, trying not to lose it as they surged through the air. The tumultuous ride was exhausting in a brand new way for Jackson, and when she finally released him, he was grateful to land on the ground, if it was jarring. He took a few moments to clear his head, trying stop the spinning.<br/>Her voice was far too loud for the cave shed tossed him into,and he sat up only long enough to clap his hands over his ears. He turned surly, stormy eyes towards the dragon that blocked the cold wind that blew in through the entrance of the cave, and grumbled, "Of course I'm a Prince..."<br/>With his own huff, he stood and dusted off his bottom and then turned to face the irritable female. "And you're a dragon. Should we continue to point out the obvious?"<br/>As he looked her over though, he noticed her cerulean eyes, flashing in her ire, they were fierce and beautiful. Though he should focus more on his own mortal peril. He couldn't contain the sheepish grin that escaped at that thought.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-J700T using Tapatalk