The golden-scaled dragon touched down at the edge of the grove just ten yards to the left of where the Argo VII was parked, effectively cutting off the team’s escape route. Although, with the way they were now standing shoulder to shoulder with weapons and powers at the ready, it didn’t seem like the crew of the Argo VII had the thought of escape on their minds.
“I thought you couldn’t find the grove without the bloody key?” Jackboot asked.
His suit was caked in dragon ichor. It smelled of entrails, too. Funnily enough, everyone but Thunder appeared in a similar state, making them look like a gathering of extras in a zombie TV show rather than the heroes they were.
“Medea,” Sam and Thunder said together, to which Farsight added, “Duh.”