"Cid?"
Duran looked up as he liberated his spear from the stomach of the guard he had just finished, sheathing his bloody scimitar. His mind was foggy, but he felt like he should have recognized them. They were druids, or at least didn't appear to be, so it was a safe to say they were clients from his short time as a forest guide. He held up his spear defensively as their inquiry continued.
"Wha...what are you doing here? Why are you attacking us?"
"I've come to end the dragons. I have no qualms with slaying you. Stay out of my way." Duran spoke with no facial expression. What he was saying was true. He had no personal attachment to these villagers, especially if they represented the dragons, though he didn't necessarily want to slay people that he knew. They looked at him with some mixture of betrayal and hate as Sarish hissed at them, ready to crack at least two more skulls.
"This is your only warning. Stay. Away." He spoke decisively, ready to strike them down with his spear.
As soon as he spoke his last word, a loud screech rang out from above.
Both Duran and Sarish looked up at the dragons that had appeared while they were distracted. The beasts soared through the air at a speed that neither of the legionnaires could quite comprehend, before each one took their own fight to individual groups. One dragon crashed down on the wall of the city, its landing making a heavy reverberation up through Duran's body. Taking advantage of their distraction, the human that appeared to have known the druid charged. Duran's attention immediately snapped back to reality. He deflected the man's pike with his much shorter and quicker spear, planting its edge into the ground. Sarish quickly regained his composure as well, and in no short order, his maul came down on the wooden haft of the pike, snapping it in half. Duran drew in close, and with the blunt end of the spear, he tripped the man before planting the same end in the man's face, breaking his nose, concussing him, and rendering him unconscious all in the same blow. The female lamia growled in anger, as Duran held up the pointed end of his spear.
"Take him and get out of here. The legions will be coming soon, and they will not spare you so easily." Duran scowled as he spoke, unwilling to portray the kind survivalist that they had probably known better than the druid standing before them now.
Sarish raised an eyebrow to Duran. "Just telling them that is treason. You don't want to end up like that guy back at camp, do you?"
Duran gritted his teeth, and gave Sarish a nasty look. "Then go and report my treachery. I will not kill them for their silence."
"But-" started Sarish.
"Stop. Just go and help somebody who needs it, you vile creature." Duran cut off Sarish, and he dejectedly slithered towards the landing sight of the dragon that was now perched on the wall, attacking Kisikoni and Beelzes.
The female lamia held up her axe, but Duran walked towards her without any fear of being attacked.
"Go. Leave this place now, or you will be slaughtered by the coming forces. But I warn you. If you tell even a single soul of what I've said, I will come down upon your head, breathing a flame of destruction that would dwarf the breath of the mightiest dragon. The very sky will crash down upon your miserable form, and a storm of vengeance the likes of which you have never seen will end you and all you hold dear."
The Lamia stared wide-eyed for a moment, and seemed to back away like a wounded animal. She picked up the human and slithered off with tears in her eyes. Duran scowled, and quickly followed Sarish's path towards the dragon. If it was truly a dragon, they would need all the help they could get.