Seth increased his pace as the a dragon cry rang from above. It was soft, easily mistaken for the howling winds, but it was not lost on him. For some reason, the wind had increased in velocity. He pulled on his goggles and hood. There was... Something watching him, but he never slowed to glance behind.<br/><br/>The cry sounded out again, much closer now. He cursed and slowed his pace, so much for training when it is a life and death situation. He hunched his back, moving slowly through the pine trees, and then, he stopped in a large clearing with grass cover the entire area. He was aware of<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>behind him, not a feeling, there were noises behind. He spun around, wind knifing his cheek and ripping his hood off. It was a white dragon, specifically the Monochrome Talon. It was small, abouct the length of his arm. He sighted hown and backed up as it advanced. He fired twice, both striking the target but the second was to ensure its death. There was a chorus of shrieks form all directions as more Monichrome Talons loped towards him.<br/><br/>Seth fired blindly, killing anything and everything. He swung the butt of the rifle, knocking yet another dragon aside two leapt on his chest, sending him to the ground. With a roar of rage and desperation, he jammed the barrel into the belly of one of the creatures and fired. The other hit his rifle, causing the silencer to snap free of the barrel. He fired again and again, killing the creature before him. He rose again, realising his weapon was dry. Not bothering to reload, he slung it over his shoulder and drew out his sidearm and a commando knife.<br/><br/>The waves of dragons overwhelmed him later, on, knocking him unconcious.