"In the beginning there were dragons: Proud, fierce, and independent.
Their scales were like gems, and all who gazed upon them despaired, for their beauty was great and terrible."
"The dragon Saphira roared, and the soldiers before her quailed.
(...)
With a pennant of blue and yellow flame streaming from her maw, Saphira jumped into the courtyard after Eragon. He crouched and tensed his legs as she struck the paved ground. The impact shook the entire courtyard. Many of the chips of glass that formed a large, colorful mosaic in front of the keep popped loose and flew spinning upward like coins bounced off a drum."
"Eragon ducked behind his shield as a rippling sheet of blue fire appeared between them. From beneath the rim of his helm, he watched as Saphira bathed the cowering soldiers in a torrent of flames that flowed around them, yet caused them no harm."
"Saphira waded info the fray to his left - battling the soldiers into the air with her enormous paws, lashing them with her spiked tail, and biting and killing them with a shake of her head (...)"
"The battle soon swept Eragon and Saphira apart, carrying them to opposite ends of the courtyard. Eragon was not concerned. Even without her wards, Saphira was more than capable of defeating a large group of twenty or thirty humans by herself."
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