"FIND HIM! THE MAN MUST ANSWER FOR HIS CRIMES!"
Sorl grinned, knives in hand. He had the daggers ready and was waiting just inside the door. The three men had found his cabin, and he wasn't about to go down without a fight. The purple dragon backed up a single step and lifted on hand, readying a throw. His smile vanished when he caught sight of one of his four pursuers. The burrow dragon-Blaine-was the first of the group to spot him, but he had been on his mount, and a fair distance away. He lifted off of the dragon mount and drew his blade, scowling. He pointed it at Sorl with a steady hand.
Sorl found his grin again. A one-on-one fight he could handle
and Blaine was a VERY honorable man. Now that the two had locked gazes, if ANY of the other men came up and found him, Blaine would NOT let them fight. This was going to be a singular battle, and Sorl