Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Summit hissed softly as he accidentally jostled his broken arm while trying to lean back against a building wall. Grumbling under his breath about training and rookie mistakes, he readjusted the sling holding the cast his right arm was currently in and resettled it into as comfortable a position as he could.
Once that was done, the dragonator lifted his good arm to rub the back of his neck, trying to ease a sore muscle as he let out a breath of semi-relief. The cool night air felt good in comparison to his stuffy apartment and it was nice to have a bit of privacy in this little park after his hectic day.
Idly, he looked up at the night sky, half-curious if he'd see a shooting star tonight. There was supposed to be a shower of them soon, though he'd be blasted if he could remember the actual name of the event at that moment. Moving his hand from