Flix had frozen to the spot when the wall of water crashed in on them. She closed her eyes, feeling first Arkain’s strong arms wrapping round her, then the awful cold force of the water propelling them helplessly along. Her heart pounding, he head filled with the rushing sound, it seemed to go on for ever. Then they were lying, dripping wet, the roar transmuted from water to dragon fire. She sank her claws into Arkain, not wanting to ever let go.<br/><br/>Alan wiped the wet from his face and looked up, only to stare straight into the maw of the dragon, huge and angry with an orb of blue flame (so it seemed) aimed at him. He looked around; they had all been thrown several hundred yards from the tunnel into the cavern, miraculously they were all uninjured, but scattered like confetti in front of the beast. There was no obvious cover nearby. This was a perilous situation. Suddenly he heard rapid footsteps; he turned to see Dragox legging it. Arkain was calling him back. “Arkain, maybe we should run, all run, but in different directions – he can’t chase us all.”