Fate was a strange mistress, only a half hour ago, he had been battling to destroy this dragoness, now he was going to risk his life in her defense. He bared his teeth, feeling adrenalin coursing through his veins.  He felt the familiar signs of an approaching battle, the heightened awareness, the sweating palms... Staring ahead, he saw the dark figures making there way up the mountain, catching the occasional glimpse of a face when the torchlight fell in just the right way. There were too many of them, surely... Crask let out a low growl, if this was to be his end, then he would make sure that his enemies below never forget this night, or the name of Dragon-Slayer