Damon's confusion was perhaps the most confused he had ever been. This was not what he thought would happen. He had expected Ashergon, still carrying his ancient pride, to rush toward him full of anger at the sight of his once great enemy.
They would fight an epic battle, which honestly would just be Damon fleeing for his life and trying not to die under the dragon's flames, and after a daring trick and much luck he would finally, finally succeed. His tale would be immortalized and he would step off the battlefield as a great hero.
Years later he would look at the burn marks that refused to heal and brag to his adolescent daughter of his great escapades as she rolled her eyes, having heard the story a million times already. That was what was supposed to happen.
But no.
Ashergon did not take any chances.
As soon as he sensed his mind being touched by Mind Dominate, he turned around and bolted. He was not about to stay here and meet that fiend again.
