If there had ever been anything in the world that Replicus could have identified as inevitable, it would be the burst of incineration that devoured everything as it barrelled his way.
It wasn't a flame. It couldn't have been.
Whatever spewed from Jerthrax's mouth after declaring that he did not want another anomaly on the battlefield, that Replicus' existence was better served… less than null, was beyond the concept of fire that Replicus knew.
It was like his time and his fate were pulled towards where the burn from the dragon was going to destroy.
The goal, after all, was total destruction, leaving, beyond a shadow of a doubt no traces of Serenity's champion.
The Penetrator didn't quite understand what was currently going on. The voice of the dragon had mangled his thoughts, his ability to comprehend the situation with nuance, gone.