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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
It was silent for a moment. Then heavy footsteps came toward the
policeman. Aware that the small knot of peasants remained at his
back, he stood his ground. Then the dragon appeared, looming up
out of the smoky debris. It was a full-grown monster, green and black
and orange, scaly and slimy and smelly, about twelve feet tall and half
a ton heavy. Its eyes were red and its claws were sharp. It stood on
two massive hind legs and clutched a tiny icon, the painted image of
Saint Katerina, in its two smaller front paws.
Draco advanced on the chief, who was too shocked to move.
“Out of my way,” growled the beast, not breaking stride.
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