Ludmilla strolled out the back of the tavern, using it as cover so the dragon wouldn't see her right off. She was a bit put out at the creature's apparent ability to phase through trees, seeing as it would make her plan that much harder.

Saddling her broom, she kicked off into the sky, out of the dragon's reach. Unsure of how large the creature's breath range was, she simply rose high enough that she had ample time to dodge should it aim for her. Satisfied, she conjured a batch of head-size pumpkins and allowed them to drop onto her thankfully large and easy-to-hit target, aiming for the head. They were hard, hearty vegetables, and magically reinforced on top of that. Altogether, being hit with one at terminal velocity would be like taking a hit from a biodegradable orange cannonball.

She watched patiently as they descended, landing several seconds later and tragically cutting short the lives of a trenchcoat-wearing teenager with two katanas, a man dressed in nothing but a green tracksuit, and some sort of hairy, axe-wielding barbarian-type person. Yet another caved in the tavern's chimney. Ludmilla stuck a finger into her mouth and held it up.

"Oh, a headwind."

Well, that was three less people she'd have to pay when this was all said and done. She moved forward, hovering directly above the dragon's center of mass and conjuring another vegetative barrage.