The dragon that had appeared was quite small compared to those told of in the tales of old. Still, it was a magnificent and terrifying sight at the same time for Rael. In the time span of three days, he had lost his family, slept behind a filthy tavern, fought in a battle, taken a knight's life, and now, witnessed a lesser dragon in the flesh. No matter how hard he would try to put things behind him in the future, this week was going to be hard to forget.
The dragon's scales were a light-grey colour, and it bore golden yellow eyes that showcased a rare mixture of wrath and elegance. The fire it had created to wall off Rael's group was already cleared by some form of dark magic, and Rael did not see where it had come from. This gave the group more room to move, but seemed to have angered the creature. The flying beast was looking for a place to land, now, swooping over the soldiers like a bird of prey. It came down with such force that the land itself seemed to shake, and little bits of rocks and dirt were sprayed outward from beneath the creature's landing spot, lifting up a light cloud of dust. With one exhale from its nostrils, the dust cleared, and the dragon located its prize. It started to make its way towards a particular tree. Upon closer examination, Rael spotted the dark haired girl from earlier, who was shoving the Prince underneath some of the roots of the ancient oak. The dragon had kept its attention on them, and Rael was located behind it. This gave him a clear advantage.
The noble ran forward, and he had already picked out the target of the attack he was preparing. The dragon's left rear-leg was the closest for him to strike, and he had already brought his sword back in the midst of his run. He pushed it forward and turned his body, adding the full force of his charge into a forward thrust. His cheap iron blade wasn't sharp or strong enough to critically wound the creature, but Rael's strength and moving force had at least assured the blow would penetrate the scales, and sink the blade a few inches into the strong flesh beneath.
The dragon noticed immediately. It jerked its leg, pushing Rael away a few feet, but he still held his balance. With its long neck peeking back over its folded wings, the eyes of the beast fixated on the noble standing behind it. Those golden eyes were fearsome and captivating at the same time, and the young noble was forced to split a part of his attention into the stare-down.
He was caught completely off-guard by the backlash from the dragon's tail. Rael was knocked back with such force that his feet had left the ground. He was sent flying through the air horizontally rather than vertically, and his crash-landing were a series of rolls on the ground that left him with scrapes and bruises. More importantly, he had taken at least one form of critical damage that stuck out to him.
I think I broke a rib. Rael thought. He tried to move up to a semi-sitting position, but the sharp pain forced him to back down.
Yeah. I did.
He tried to get up again, more slowly this time, his left hand placed over the part of his chest that he guessed to house the broken bone, judging by where the pain was coming from. Thankfully the dragon had averted its attention to someone else who was also angering it more so than hurting it. It would take combined effort to bring this creature down before the band would be able to move forward.