Grouse Thicket A BOY IS A GUN

this pain was like none other he felt before, if he had even felt it at all. it was like fire, starting on his skin and spreading through his veins. orochi’s grip on the attackers snout tightened and he screamed through his teeth. it provided some distraction from the burn, albeit very little. 

the man did eventually comply, brutally tossing him through the side. orochi didn’t get up at first. he couldn’t. his heart pounded in his ears and the blood rushed to his head. the world spun around him even as he got up. 

the dragon was bloody and broken, yet he still growled.