The serf was happy with the noble sacrifice he forced some of his pigeons into. And they all seemed to hit their mark as well! Things were looking up for Geoffrey, and truly nothing bad could happen to him now.

While nothing bad happened to him at that moment, there was something ominous that was going to happen really soon. That strange noise was not natural. With that in mind, Geoffrey reacted in the most logical fashion he could think of.

[color=8dc73f][b]"AAAUUUUUUGGHHAAAAA!"[/b][/color] shrieked out the peasant in fright, wildly flailing his arms around as he began running away from the beast. In the distance, the herder's sheep were running alongside his pig. They also wished to be away from this situation. 

Geoffrey's feet carried him a good distance away, perhaps far enough away to avoid being impacted by the blast of the dragon! To an observer, who probably should've been running away as well, it was clear that Geoffrey didn't get out of the way quick enough. 

A plethora of bone and teeth shards blasted into the peasant. Each piece made a distinctive sizzle upon the peasant's flesh as they were lodged in, and left behind a vast array of new scorched holes in his attire. Geoffrey's lower back and legs were riddled with jagged pieces of the creature's remain. 

Wracked with pain, the peasant unceremoniously collapsed face-forward on the ground with a thud.