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scrambled to his feet and set off at a dead run for the woods at the edge of the arena. They were sparse, little more than a wide and overgrown hedge, but at least no dragon would be able to fly through them.
It didn't tryout," said Liartes, after a while. The bushes remained motionless.
"Perhaps you're in that holly bush over there?" The holly bush became a waxy ball of flame.
"I'm sure I can see movement in those ferns."
The ferns became mere skeletons of white ash.
"You're only prolonging it, barbarian. Why not give in now? I've burned lots of people; it doesn't hurt a bit," said . Liartes brought his mount in to land on the turf a few yards away and dismounted casually. The dragon folded its wings and poked its head in among the greenery, while its master leaned against a tree and whistled tunelessly."I can burn you
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