"HUERGH!" Kodor gave a grunt, gritting his teeth as wooden shrapnel exploded, several splinters as long as his forearm lodging in his back.

Nobody hurt Kodor.
Kodor hurt everybody.

Kodor's vision went red as sheer instinct took over, and he tightened his hands over the axe's grip. Veins bulged and tendons went taut like cables as his thick, ropy muscles tore the axe free, sending several dislodged scales flying. His legs only clenched with renewed vigor, and he slammed his axe down onto the wounded area with a primal fury.
One hit wasn't enough. He struck again.
Again.
Again.

Kodor refused to stop, he could not stop at this rate. Spit and shouts flew from his mouth as he mercilessly pounded the quivering, wet hole with his massive axe. Over and over, he raised the blade up and down, unable to stop until the dragon fell or he was simply torn clear away.