"What's going on?" a voice asked from in the dark pit below. The arm retracted, and a face flashed into view. About Arthur's age, female, with accusing, suspicious eyes.

She asked, "What's happening?"

Arthur didn't answer. He levered himself up to the top to look out. There were several clouds of building dust in the medium distance, and from the middle of one, he saw a flash of a multicolored beak with a cruel curve at the end. Also, for some reason, dagger-like teeth.

The Rare-ranked scourgeling was about four times the size of Brixaby, and there were a dozen of them. Too many to take on.

"Brixaby," he said, knowing he was about to ask a lot from his dragon. "I'll need a few minutes. Can you hold them off us? Distract them?"

Brixaby snorted. "These are mere Rare scourgelings," he said, derisively. "I am a Legendary dragon. What do you think?"

Yes, he was a Legendary dragon, but one with only a few combat cards.

Though, even as he spoke, Brixaby activated one of those cards that he had not had the opportunity to use before. This was his nightmare card.

Night-Mare Fire

Uncommon

Illusion

Upon activation, an illusion of flames will grow outward from the length of the spine. While the illusionary night-mare effect is active, any sentient being the wielder touches will experience a vision of their deepest terror. This card uses mana.