DANCE FUCKER DANCE -- o, attacker

[Cosmic]

"WASHINGTON!" I screamed in fury as I watched this 'Maine' dude attack the Freelancer. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins at this point, making me furious beyond belief. Not to mention worried as all hell.

It pained me to see them fighting, especially so close to me, that I had to back away quickly unless I wanted to get smacked. I had a fucking dumb idea, but goddamnit was I going to do it to try and save a friend. Or at least, someone I considered a friend. It was no man left behind. Like hell I was going to just up and leave him. I was not a coward.

So I did the only thing I could do at this moment: Follow my instincts.

I raced forward towards Agent Maine, hoping to catch him by surprise and bowl him over in my newly discovered dragon form. I didn't know I had the ability to be a dragon, but rage took over and showed itself as I tried to knock him off of Washington while the other tried to kick him off. I was a small dragon, about the size of a horse, but I hoped I could pack a punch with the training I recieved from Carolina.