I felt like a complete jerk. I wanted to pull her aside and explain that I

didn't mean for Rachel to be here, that it wasn't my idea, but we had no time.

 

"Go invisible," I said. "Look for weak li nks in its armor while I keep it busy.

Just be careful."

 

I whistled. "Mrs. O'Leary, heel!"

 

"ROOOF!" My hellhound leaped over a line of centaurs and gave me a kiss that

smelled suspiciously of pepperoni pizza.

 

I drew my sword and we charged the monster.

 

The drakon was three stories above us, slithering sideways along the building as

it sized up our forces.

 

Wherever it looked, centaurs froze in fear.

 

From the north, the enemy army crashed into the Party Ponies, and our lines

broke. The drakon lashed out, swallowing three Californian centaurs in one gulp

before I could even get close.

 

Mrs. O'Leary launched herself through the air — a deadly black shadow with teeth

and claws.