Last Dragon Standing (Heartstrikers #5)(70)
“Thank you, brother,” he whispered, stepping in to wrap his arms around Justin’s chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” Justin muttered, tolerating the hug for a good five seconds before pushing Julius away. “Don’t get all mushy on me. You get a pass as the Nice Dragon, but some of us have actual reputations to maintain.”
“You’re the knight of the Nice Dragon,” Julius pointed out. “Doesn’t that buy you some slack?”
Justin’s answer to that was an appalled look. But just as Julius was about to tease him again, the military com he’d just put on his head buzzed to life. General Jackson’s face appeared in the AR in front of his face a moment later. “Canadian Command in Windsor says that magical levels have dropped enough to authorize flight,” she said, her voice surprisingly loud despite the fact that the com unit had no supplemental speakers. “I’m clearing all air units for combat. Repeat, all air units are cleared for combat. Get up there and bring that bastard down.”
“That’s our cue,” Julius said to Justin as all the UN forces began to scramble. “Ready?”
“Are you kidding?” Justin said, drawing his sword. Fire engulfed him before the blade was even out, replacing his towering human form with a bright-green-feathered dragon with the bone cage of his transformed Fang of the Heartstrikers locked over his jaws and a look of pure glee shining in his green eyes. The moment the change finished, Justin launched into the air, his Fang transforming the flames that flashed between his giant teeth into the magical green fire of the Quetzalcoatl as he flew straight up into the shadow of their enemy. Julius was still staring after when he realized no one else was flying.
“What are you waiting for?” he shouted, turning to the rest of the dragons. “The magic’s down! It’s time to fight back! Go!”
“You heard the small Heartstriker!” Svena called, striding out from the circle of her sisters with her whelps clinging to her shoulders like a living cloak of snowy down. “Fly, you idiots!”
She shed her human form as she spoke, revealing the beautiful white dragon underneath. Then, babies still clinging to her frosted scales, Svena launched herself into the air as well, shooting up through the hole in the Skyways with a single powerful beat of her frosted wings. Her sisters followed at once, as did everyone else. Within seconds, the air was full of flapping wings and scraping claws as all the dragons of the world took off en masse.
Julius was the last to go, waiting until the cavern was empty before shedding his own human mask to transform into his dragon. As always, the weight of his transformed Fang was surprisingly heavy on his head, but at least it gave him somewhere safe to tuck his com unit before he launched into the air as well, following the others into a sky that was already full of fire.
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“And they’re off,” Bob said, rising from his seat on Julius’s last remaining step. “Quite the spectacle, isn’t it?”
He glanced at the Black Reach, who was standing beside him, but the construct’s face was bleak. “I find no joy in watching the race I was made to protect fly to their almost-certain deaths.”
“Thank you, Captain Bringdown,” Bob said. “But loath as I am to undercut your doomsayer routine, death is no longer a foregone conclusion. We’re in new territory, predictively speaking, and new territory means new opportunities.”
“That is true,” the Black Reach admitted. “But just because the cards have been reshuffled doesn’t mean they’ve changed their faces. We’re still up against the same unbeatable foe.” He arched a narrow eyebrow at Bob. “Unless you’ve got something in mind that changes the fundamental fact that we are outmatched in every way, I fail to see how any of these newly created futures will turn out differently than the old ones.”
“I always have something in mind,” Bob said with a smile. “This is my plot, remember? I didn’t make the Leviathan mess, but I orchestrated its current form.” He nodded at the sky full of dragons. “This fight is taking place on my board with my pieces. If there’s a way out of this, I already have everything I need to make it happen. I just have to find it.”
“And then what?” the Black Reach said, shooting a dangerous look at the pigeon snoozing on Bob’s shoulder. “Use that to ensure it? Sell all other futures for the latest version of the happy ending where you survive?”
“My lady’s already done her part,” Bob said, placing a hand on the pigeon’s feathered back. “She helped me survive you. Now that the veil of my death has finally been lifted, I’m free to use my genius to find us a real way out of this. No cheating required.”
“That sounds dangerously close to desperation,” the Black Reach growled. “Hope is fine for others, Brohomir, but we seers must always embrace reality. If you let what you want to happen blind you to what will happen, you’ll be just as unprepared for the end as they are.”
Bob’s jaw clenched. “Perhaps I am being overly optimistic, but the only other option is to prepare for defeat, and I never could stand losing. You’re the one who taught me that even certain doom isn’t certain until it actually happens, and if there’s any seer who could find a way out of this, it’s me. After all…” His lips curled into a smirk. “I’m the one who beat you.”