As the golden dragon nudged him, he went completely off balance, trying to grip a scale on Brisingirs neck. The arrow whizzed past above his head as his fingers grabbed at air while he was begining to fall, his head going downward first. "Brisingir!" He screamed as he missed his chance to hold on.

Brisingir threw his head torwards Merion, trying to grab him. But he was just a fraction of a second to slow, missing his foot by mear inches.

Before he could tell where he was, Merion hit the top of a giant tree, plummiting through it and hitting every branch on the way down. Finaly the branches stopped and he fell to the ground, writhing around in pain. Hundreds of curse words from ever language shot from his mouth, not even being happy that he was still alive.