「Let's bully the dragon. (≧▽≦)」
"Yea, yea…" he said, then added quietly. "that's not possible though."
Si Hon shut his eyes tightly for half a second while the rooftop shook again beneath another impact from the dragon's claws. Heat rolled across the air in uneven waves, mixing with cold wind, ash, smoke, and the sound of concrete somewhere below continuing to collapse floor by floor.
Honestly?
The entire school sounded like it was dying… because it was… ( : ˘ ∧ ˘ : )
"Mimi," Si Hon said quickly while forcing himself upright again, one hand still gripping the broken wooden stick tightly enough that it makes his knuckles hurt. "Help me out here, alright? Tell me where to dodge and where to go because my body feels like expired noodles right now."
Another explosion thundered nearby.
"And I need a weapon," he added while scanning the rooftop fast. "Any stick, pipe, sharp metal, cursed kitchen utensil, I don't care anymore. Just point me at something pointy."
