He felt an unwary air come of him, an eerie feeling of discern came about as the time passed and the thought of his lost comrads rushed through his head. He immediately burst from his room, the door again sealing behind him. Hurriedly he sprinted out of the kingdom and towards the cave from which he had originally lived.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the cave he found a very familiar scene of death as he looked upon his fallen comrads. The image was too much as he wept for several minutes before morphing into his true dragon self. Steam radiated off his skin as the air around him began to rise in temperature, a fire soon burst from the cave and he soared into the air at blinding speed as he left the area and dove at the nearest barracks.<br/><br/>As he drove himself through the roof of the barracks, he released a torrent of fireballs, smothering the ground in a napalm like fiery bath. He proceeded to exact his revenge on the troops located in the barracks and left soon after.<br/><br/>The thought of his fallen comrads swept through his mind again as he rushed through the air towards the forrest by which he went to cool down on such an occasion. The smell of smoke and ashes came from both behind and in front of him, giving a mixed enotion of both acomplishment and worry.