Now lucky for John he had taken a college course with Professor
Alan Turing,who had taught a course on the origins of modern English
and had taught a few classes on
Beowulf ( Old English)
and a smattering of "Sir Gawain nd the Green Knight"
( Middle English
John's recollection of "Sir Gawain..."
failed him at this rather terrifying
moment
but suddenly he recalled his Beowulf
which so impressed the
cheetah dragon eagle thing with
a good rousing rendition
of Old English
(the cheetah dragon eagle thing was more like into
16th and 17th century English)
that the beaty promptly dropped John
into the wormhole when John was getting to the part about
Beowulf was duking it out with the
orm/serpent/dragon/worm/firedrake
The magics happened and it wasn't John who hit the cave floor with a
loud bang but a newly minted
dragon/orm/worm/firedrake with bits
and pieces of John's clothing still scattered here and there
over the huge scaly new flamebreathers frame.
John the Firedrake was a bit dazed and just lay there,now a proper
resident of the Realm the cheetah dragon eagle thing lived in.
Luckily for John the worm
Beowulf wasn't around,however
since the poem is dated about 800AD
there were a band of Viking raiders around,who
had dragged down some captured virgins from
a nearby sacked village.
The raider norsemen had their pants down,so to speak,and
were planning on some rape and pillage before they
sold off the maidens as thralls.
So all those humans were shocked when the
huge serpentine head of a firebreather
slowly rose on its long spiky neck from a distant corner of the cavern and
stared down apon them