Lisa huffed and puffed as she ran through the woods. Of course the undead man had an undead horse of some sort, but Lisa had short legs and plate armor, and this particular combination did not equate to quick travel. After some time, however, she finally came upon the dragon, who was destroying the evil tavern. The fool obviously did not even realize that he was turning a sanctuary of evil into wood chips, and therefore depriving himself of power. Perhaps it was the large man on his neck that perturbed him so much that he blindly slammed into a place of evil, but regardless, this was her chance!

The dragon started to turn around, likely realizing his mistake and attempting egress. Lisa hid her luckily small self behind a tree and waited for it to get closer. After a couple of seconds, she heard a gunshot ring out, and decided that this was a fine time to strike. The dragon was probably too distracted by the gunshot and the screaming man on his neck to pay attention to a small speck of a woman rushing out from behind a tree.

And that is exactly what Lisa did. She charged out from behind the tree, her mace held high as it glowed with divine evil-smiting energies, and attempted to slam it into one of the serpent's more grievous, low-to-the-ground wounds.

Because Lisa was not a tall person.