The young warrior smoothly drew the short bow from his back, nocked an arrow, and pulled the string taut, aiming squarely in the direction he suspected Jason lurked. This was no ordinary bow; it was enchanted specifically to bring down the formidable Blade Pterosaur. The arrow it launched could penetrate rock several tens of meters thick, a deadly projectile indeed.
With a low growl, the young dragon perched on Jason's shoulder tensed, sensing the imminent threat. Its scales bristled as it crouched, issuing a menacing roar.
It seemed as if the stage was set for a confrontation that was bound to occur sooner or later.
"Put down your bow, and leave this place," a voice emerged from the seeming nothingness as Jason materialized, clad in shadowy armor. His tone was calm, yet carried an ominous edge, "Otherwise, you will face a disaster beyond your reckoning."