The beast was faltering. His gun worked on it just as well as against any other being, and its myriad wounds from prior and current attacks were sapping it of wit and strength both. Before he could feel triumphant, however, the dragon careened towards the inn and demolished its eastern wall. Weakened did not mean dead, best to not be caught by any such attack, he thought as he crouched low and shielded his face with an arm to protect himself from the cloud of dust and shrapnel kicked up by the thrashing animal, leaving himself at risk of not seeing another blow coming in exchange for keeping his eyes mostly intact.

A blow did not come, however, and as he peered through the building's remains through half-closed eyes he took stock of the situation. The enemy charged towards the treeline once more, perhaps intent on retreating back to its lair. On its back, the muscular barbarian that had slain the imperial howled in a frenzy as he hacked away with reckless abandon, delivering blow after blow of massive axe. Down below, a cloaked figure he had not seen before seemed intent on clutching the beast's tail, as if that were to accomplish anything other than endagering him. He spotted no wounds to exploit on the creature's behind.

Deciding he was still relatively safe and well-positioned on the building's roof, Russ finished loading Nat once more and postured up to get a good shot, targetting the back of one of its spindly hind limbs, specifically the "knee", or whatever looked like it might serve the same purpose as that part of his own legs. Once more: deep breath, take the situation into account, breathe out, relax, pull the trigger, all one swift action. The crack of detonating gunpowder sounded across the forest once more, audible even with the general commotion, and Russ once again opened his weapon's breech and prepared a reload.