Kodor let out a loud roar as the beast began shaking. Below, a wondrous cacophony had begun as the other warriors began their assault, though few could fly as high as Kodor. Fortunately for the barbarian, the axe has struck deep, and his grip was tight. Using the powerful muscles that were his abs, he maneuvered to the dragon's neck, and used his meaty thighs to clamp onto the throbbing trunk.
The axe was wedged deeply under the dragon's hard, metallic scales. Unfortunately, it was too tightly bound by the scales. Fortunately, Kodor knew logic. Axes go in, not out. Curling his thick fingers into rock-like fists, he mercilessly bashed the back of the head, wedging it further under the scales in the same manner as a hammer and chisel. From here, he was probably safe from the dragon's jaws, and could focus on the simple task of prying scales free and deepening this wound. Hot, steamy fluids sprayed onto his face and chest, obscuring his vision. With one last grunt, he clasped his hands together and brought them down in a final double axe handle, striking the blade.