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

A vicious hail of attacks pounded against the dragon. Bullets, blades, blunt objects, and psychic blasts tore intense wounds across the dragon's unprotected underbelly, exacerbating the beast's already woozy state. At a loss for options and addled by poison, the dragon did the only thing it could: it sat down. As its emaciated frame met the ground, Nariana and Lisa were forced out of the way. With its shattered legs tucked under its belly and only its iron-hard sides and back exposed, the dragon had made itself a much harder target. 

Kodor's frenzy had definitely taken its toll on the dragon's neck, and he was certainly making excellent progress on hacking his way to its spine. Fat and muscle gave way under Kodor's mighty axe, until at last it met the dragon's spine. With an arm-shattering clang, Kodor's axe bounced off the dragon's cervical vertebrae. Bones and muscle stronger than steel formed a nearly impenetrable shield against direct attacks.

The dragon was angry. It needed to end this fight [i]now[/i], before these filthy, worthless, [i]weak[/i] humans could hurt it anymore. It had one last trick up its sleeve, but it wasn't sure it could do it under these circumstances. The dragon opened its mouth as wide as it could, and closed its eyes. The deafening hiss of the dragon [i]inhaling[/i] sounded across the enclave as it prepared to use its breath weapon. Unless the heroes could somehow block its windpipe before it exhaled, this battle would be as good as lost!