"Close it. Close it."
Vulcan heard Jite calling. Jite was behind a shrub and fire encircled him. Twas quite hard for the fire to crunch the leaves, because they seemed pretty wet from the morning dew.
Vulcan could see the book several metres away from him. He was praying low-key and hoping dearly that the dragon rider would steer the dragon in another direction, the dragon kept hovering over the book.
Jite's called was being swallowed by the noise and the strength of the odds. A vast ruin was beginning to pile up before them.
"Do something..."
He heard Jite call again. He began to crawl his way towards the book, conscious of the arrows and the legs or tails of the hideous dragon.
He was quite close to the book. He took a glance at Jite, the fellow was panicking as the flames closed in on him.
His eyes were tuning and he could hear him snort like an angry bull.