Edric felt like a doll, and who could blame him for feeling so? The dragon had lifted him off the ground with a flick of her tail, as if he weighed nothing. Blood rushed to his head, his cape folded over its owner and shrouded Edric’s face. His arrows, aided by gravity, scattered all over the snow below him. Edric kicked out with both legs, trying to dislodge the dragon’s grip on his ankles.
He did not know if he could escape, but he would literally die trying. He had to get back to town alive, and hopefully with a handful of dragon scales. But right now, all he thought about was how to rescue himself from demise. His sister needed him, if she were married then perhaps Edric would not be have worried so much. But if he died, Rosalie would be alone in the world, until she finally settled down. And Edric knew that would not be soon.
Releasing a dagger from its hidden pouch, Edric did his best to bend upwards. His muscles screamed in agony-it was not easy bending towards your legs when you were upside down-but he ignored it. Edric cursed under his breath, trying to stab the dragon’s tail. He ignored the dragon, deciding that it would get bored with him if he did not answer it. Yes, he still thought of her as an 'it'.