[h1][center]Dragon[/center][/h1]

The pain the dragon was experiencing right now was, by all accounts, completely foreign to it. Not once had it ever considered that such miniscule bipeds could not just inconvenience it but [i]threaten[/i] it in such a way, and the thought of it happening [i]right now[/i] was bewildering. The dragon thrashed wildly in an attempt to shake Kodor off.

The dragon's wild thrashing and blind staggering brought it close to the inn. With a hail of brick and splinters, the dragon slammed into the inn and stoved in its eastern wall. Though the inn was still sturdy enough to avoid crumbling from just this blow enough, a small cloud of wood dust and shrapnel tore across Kodor's exposed back and shook Russ's perch. The dragon, stunned and in unimaginable pain, did its best to stagger towards the treeline. If only it could shake off this [i]thing[/i] that was tearing at its neck, it could escape to lick its wounds and plan its revenge!