Descent of the Dragon.

"Don't think you can run away, Bug." 

Nyssara spoke with a menacing smile on her face. 

"You are already surrounded.

So just give up and surrender." 

She demanded and after being silent for all this while, Vyriana finally spoke her first words. 

"5084." 

"…" 

Silence fell over the place. 

Everyone knew what number was this woman speaking about…

It was the number of survivors. 

Yes, out of the total of 9000 beings, only 5000 were left, the two leaders clenched their fists in anger, 

"Yo-" 

Nyssara wanted to say something, however, 

"Well, it is more than what I would have preferred, but considering how most of you are injured, I can say things are a lot better than when we were considering facing 6000 beings alone. This is indeed manageable." 

"What in the hel-" 

"You called me a Bug huh,"