Noctisardor Bypass may i be snuggling your mom by candlelight?

Well, there was one thing that could keep distress away even more than being ferocious: a goal.

Yes, a goal could move even the most timid and meek of creatures to action, and Gideon was certainly not timid nor meek. The distress disappeared, replaced by the stage set in his head. He, the knight in dark sterling armor at the gates of the village, and Etienne, the indomitable dragon roaring at the threshold.

His goal was simple. Eliminate the dragon. Save the village. Become a hero who would never feel pain or humiliation again.

With a war cry that was more akin to the burbling of a brook than a fierce warrior, Gideon snapped his tiny jaws toward Etienne's nose, with only the frantic wagging of his tails giving away that this was, in fact, a game.