hind legs. It met the eyes of Y’vin.
“Oh, damn,” Y’vin whispered.
A torrent of fire engulfed the ledge, and the wizard with it. The scream was brief and, truthfully, inaudible in the furnace-roar sound of the dragon's breath.
Gorgar, still half-blinded, one hand raised against the glare from the latest stream of fire, charged the beast. His sword was held low in preparation for another upward thrust beneath scales, this time the belly-plates, for the heart.
The dragon came down, both forelimbs held out. It landed, full-force, on metal and flesh.
Silence settled on the cavern, broken only by the clicking of cooling stone.