They both ran down the snowbank as the gunshots and barking dogs grew closer. Hobbling, he fell behind and grabbed his side, wincing in pain.
“Come on, we’ve gotta get outta here!” she screamed as she looked back.
He collapsed and lay still, sullying the powder around him with blood.
She smiled, a half-twisted almost smile, then walked deliberately over to his body and wrenched an object from his hand. It was the figure of a little dragon. stained with crimson and humming with a pale blue glow.
“It is done,” she said to herself, then vanished.
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