"Soldiers..." muttered the gold-scaled half dragon, kicking over the corpse of the recently slain warrior.
Seven human bodies were littered upon the rocky mountain soil around Barak. Who they were was apparent from their uniforms and weapons. Why they were here was a mystery in itself...
It was not some random patrol. This place was too far from any sort of civilization to warrant one. These men must have been seeking something to bring them out this far... The half-dragon could not deny his slight curiosity.
It did not matter to Barak why they were here, not anymore. They were dead now. He had no love for any sort of Adelan authority, and they had come too close to where he made camp to leave any alive. A sudden and horrific bolt of lightning, followed by a few quick strikes, was enough to fell the entire troop in only a minute or so. He wanted to head back to his modest lean-to, but not yet...
The golden-scaled rogue had to make sure the threat was thoroughly eliminated first. The thunderclap of his initial lightning attack was loud enough to be heard for dozens of meters at least. Any stragglers could be attracted right towards him.
He stood silently, using his advanced hearing to listen for any sounds of incoming movement.