[SweetSuicide]

He grabbed my sword and pulled it right out of my hand. The force and speed of how quickly he pulled it out of hand knocked me back on the ground. I was not enjoying how much time I was spending on the ground and not fighting him but with my leg getting worse and worse, I knew this wasn't going to be an easy fight to get out of. So, thinking quickly, I started talking.
"Look, I can tell a dragon some where along the way got you the wrong way. I get that. That doesn't mean you got to kill every person and dragon who comes in your path. Some of us just want to get the world back to the way it was." I was able to knell so I got to my knees. "My father used to be very close with the dragons until they turned on him. He wanted to fight and I didn't. Since his only son was, is 3, he was too young to fight. I left before I could dishonor my family more. So, if you're going to kill me do it." I lowered my head. I don't want to see either his sword or my own sword kill me. I prayed and then pictured Jonathan and my mother and father and Emit and then I closed my eyes and waited.