Chapter 8 - THE BLACK DOCK CONFRONTATION

The southern river docks were shrouded in heavy mist. A massive iron-hulled transport ship lay at anchor, its deck fitted with heavy dragon-cages reinforced with iron bars.
Nyx landed silently on the cobblestone wharf, his claws gripping the wet stones. Discarded armor and broken weaponry littered the staging ground where the mercenary guards had been preparing for the shipment.
Alistair dismounted quickly, sweeping the area with his sidearm. "The cages are full. There are four other dragons in there... all sedated, all showing signs of wing-mutilation."
"Voss is coming," Marlo warned, hearing the heavy beat of approaching wings from the direction of the fortress.
Three Imperial heavy dragon-riders swept down through the fog, led by Voss on his personal red mount, Ignis.
"Surrender the beast, Marlo!" Voss’s voice boomed through a amplification horn. "You cannot fight the entire Corps!"
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"I don't need to fight the Corps!" Marlo shouted back, stepping in front of Nyx, her hand resting on his wing. "I just need them to see the truth!"
Voss ordered his men to attack. "Kill the girl! Secure the black one!"