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The dragon fell so quickly. Red had been ready for a fight and, as wild animals went, dragons were very tough foes, or so she had heard.
But as it screeched and fell, disintegrating away into ashes and soul orbs, she couldn't help but think that it was a huge disappointment. It was that cocky b*****d's fault, she was sure of it.
Speaking of... She turned to give Peralian a hard time about the smug-as-Oblivion look on his stupid face. And then she saw it: A huge green shape looming from behind, it's eyes glowing green in the vague Ayr light.
She threw one of her axes, striking it in the nose. It roared in surprise, tossing it's head around and dislodging the axe before turning to face it's threats head on.
Zamanavyi was already at it's feet, hacking away with her other axe. It swiped at her, and she dodged, rolling away from it's glistening claws and retrieving the thrown axe from where it had fallen. A handaxe in both hands, she smirked, feeling herself flow into the familiar way of thinking that was her fighting stance.
Sure, she'd only fought other kids, playfight really, ending with broken noses, tears, and annoyed adults. This was a whole different game: after all, it was a dragon.
She used her speed to her advantage, managing to dodge the worst of a claw strike as she closed in swinging her axes at the dragon's neck. They were puny in comparison, sharpened rocks on sticks, but they were enough to get a hold, and enough to support her weight as she leveraged herself onto the dragon's back.
”Hey dragon!” she shouted, high on adrenaline, ”I'm riding ya!” she used her axes to climb up it's neck amid it's thrashing, leaving bleeding gashes behind. ”What are ya gonna do about it?” She grabbed on with her legs, digging her axe into its flesh and using it as another handhold, ”Huh?!” she bashed at it with her other axe, again and again as it screamed in fury. It's blood was hot, and smelled strange, but Red didn't care. ”Huh?!” She hit it, holding on as it rampaged through the swamp, kicking up mud as it went, until her axe became stuck in it's skull.
”Damn...” she cursed, hanging on as the dragon howled in agony.
Then she had an idea.
Taking out one of the arrows from her quiver, she climbed up the slick, bloody surface of the dragon's head. Holding herself steady, she raised her arm, her grin wild as she looked at Peralian over the dragon's head. Laughing, she plunged the arrow deep into the dragon's eye.
She fell as it disintegrated, her axes falling dangerously close to her along with the soul orbs.
What a rush! What a kick!
When do I do it again?!
For now, she didn't seem to notice the rather large gash along her leg – a gash that might have been poisoned, as it was already beginning to swell...
”Ha!” she said, smirking at Peralian, ”Y'see, thats how ya do an eye-shot!”
