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- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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Max and Casey clung onto the drake, he had control over. They needed to help the climber president, but he wasn’t sure what they could do to turn the battle in their favor.
The dragon did another loop and the werewolf lost its grip.
The werewolf dangled with one hand onto the dragon’s scaled back.
“He’s losing his grip,” said Casey. “He’s going to fall.”
As with their previous crash landing, a fall wasn’t enough to kill either creature but it wasn’t as if the climber president didn’t have any wounds or bruises. Max could see a slight tremble and shiver in the werewolf’s body, aches and pains it was trying to ignore. One more fall might not kill him, but it might shift the balance of power in the dragon’s favor.
The climber president dangled on the dragon’s back as the monstrous beast flew faster and more haphazardly now, trying to remove the werewolf pest from its back.
The climber president dug its nails deeper into the dragon’s scales and, with all of his strength, pulled his fallen arm up and dug back into the dragon, securing his place on the monster’s back.
The werewolf growled and then took a massive bite of flesh out of the dragon’s back.
“The climber president just bit a chunk of that dragon’s flesh off,” said Casey in disbelief. “That’s so badass!”
Max and Casey were getting closer in the air to the fight and, thankfully, Max finally knew what they had to do to end this.
Max took the reins of the drake and flew them closer to the fully grown adult dragon.
“Why are we going so close?” shouted Casey.
“Trust me,” said Max. “I have an idea. Wait here.”
“What do you mean, ‘wait here’!? Where are you goin—!”
Max disappeared in a burst of shadow and reappeared on the dragon’s back, just above the climber president.
The wind rushed through his hair and he felt his stomach lurch as upside down and right side up became absolutely meaningless in the chaos of riding on the back of an enraged dragon.
He had a plan. It might be the only way to stop this horrible monster from destroying their city and killing the climber president.
He pulled himself up on the dragon’s back until he was right above its skull.
He then placed his hands on the monster’s head and attempted cellular manipulation.
Nothing happened.
What’s going on!?
He was using Samuel Archer’s cellular manipulation trait at double the power. He should be able to take back control of the dragon, or at the very least, relinquish Samuel’s control over it.
But nothing was happening. Why couldn’t he undo the manipulation Samuel had put this dragon under?
He then looked around at the skyscrapers below and saw multiple random climbers standing on the rooftops.
They were buffers!