Courtney had been in a fight before.
Her sisters took her gargoyle hunting back when they were on earth. And she'd fought off her brother to get the last fish stick before.
This was hardly any different.
It was just a guy, riding the back of a dragon, and holding the shiniest, pointiest weapon she had ever seen.
Or maybe she was thinking too much. That was a possibility, too.
"H-Hey, do I kill the dragon too?" Courtney yelled without looking back.
Abaddon and Helios looked at each other.
"W-Well..." Helios rubbed the back of his head. "Avoid it if you can? We haven't figured out if he's being treated as a slave or if this is an Uncle Tom type situation."
Abaddon's eyes briefly glowed gold. "Just checked."
"And?" Helios raised a brow.
"..." Abaddon looked ashamed.
"...He's a coon, isn't he?"
"Like Uncle Ruckus with scales."
Helios didn't need to hear anything else.
"Chop his fucking head off, Courtney!" He yelled. "We don't have time for any of that shit!"
