The dragon lets out a scream as the two rounds hit its head, and a spray of blackish-blue blood spurts out over the sands as it thrashes around, wailing and flapping.
As soon as its throes bring it down low enough, Sherral leaps up and drives his sword down through a gap in the armour left where the rounds went through, the point emerging beneath its jaw and pinning it to the ground. A lightning strike is summoned a second later.
After its faded, the dragon is still moving, it seems, flapping its wings and trying to gain altitude, even as its head is, between armoured rounds, sword and lightning, almost completely gone.
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Date: 2014-03-21 11:49 am (UTC)As soon as its throes bring it down low enough, Sherral leaps up and drives his sword down through a gap in the armour left where the rounds went through, the point emerging beneath its jaw and pinning it to the ground. A lightning strike is summoned a second later.
After its faded, the dragon is still moving, it seems, flapping its wings and trying to gain altitude, even as its head is, between armoured rounds, sword and lightning, almost completely gone.