Jerrar had eaten his half of the melon greedily and thought it to be slightly sour and too soft for his liking, but it soothed his throat and he appreciated it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Of coarse."</span>Jerrar began his short run along the burning sand and before he could spread his wing and lift into the air, he was pummeled by one of the drakes. Twice his size, he knocked Jerrar to the side, causing him to skid across the extremely hot dry ground.<span style="color: #BF4000">"I suppose I'm not welcome here."</span>He murmured and stood up as quickly as he could, he could feel his scales beginning to become soft because of the heat drew the moisture from his skin to the scales.<br/><br/>The drake had also quickly recovered and charged for Jerrar once more. The bulky reptile had no need for light bones, and their large claws were mainly for digging, but were handy weapons when sparring. Jerrar would not be able to defeat this beast, so he would have to find a way to escape. These drakes were not as agile as they were strong, so Jerrar was able to hop out of the way as the drake sped by him. Jerrar could feel the force of the drake when he passed and knew he needed to avoid getting hit by him at all costs.<br/><br/>Jerrar readied himself as the drake slowed and turned to face his opponent, prepared to charge again. Jerrar was planning on pouncing on the head of the drake and leaping into the air, but as the drake approached with great speed, the force Jerrar had feared suddenly hit him in the side.<br/><br/>Jerrar had been knocked unconscious, and the victor had been the second drake. The drake that had thundered into Jerrar was about to finish him off when the first one chomped down on his tail and drew him into another quarrel over who was stronger.