Lazybones
Adventurer
Chapter 66
“Ware its breath!” Vhael shouted, but Carzen was already bringing up his shield. He heard a terrible noise, and then everything around him vanished in a white haze. Wisps of the stuff curled around his shield, causing his eyes to tear up, but he avoided any serious harm.
Instinct warned him before his vision cleared enough to see the dragon’s follow-up attack. His sword bit into something hard, the impact nearly jarring it out of his hand. He didn’t have time to think about it, as he took another blow on his shield that spun him around in almost a full circle. He tried to bring his sword up into something approaching a ready position, but another hard impact caught his forearm, and he felt an angry bite of pain as his bracer was torn roughly free.
The dragon didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, didn’t let up. The best he could do was avoid being overwhelmed or knocked down; his own counterattacks were feeble at best. He did manage to hit it once more, but his sword bounced off its chest as though it was wearing a steel breastplate. Pale blasts of frost shot past them both; Gral was having a tough time scoring a hit despite the dragon’s size, its rapidly darting movements proving as challenging for the wizard as they were for the fighter. As it reared up over Carzen again, one of those beams sprayed across its left wing, forming a white rime that immediately cracked into a thousand tiny pieces of ice. The dragon hissed a warning, but apparently it considered Carzen a greater threat, as it did not push past him toward Gral.
Even as Carzen struggled against the dragon’s assault, Vhael rejoined the fight. Charging forward, the dragonborn delivered a two-handed stroke from his big sword that clipped the dragon hard across the neck. The impact would have killed many foes, but the dragon merely jerked back, blood oozing from the shallow gash. Carzen lunged in to exploit the momentary advantage, but before he could strike the dragon sprang back at both of them. Spreading its claws wide to enfold both warriors within its reach, it caught them up and smashed the two into each other. Carzen and Vhael both grunted as they collided hard and fell to the ground.
Now it was the dragon that had the tactical advantage, and it surged forward to put it to good use against its fallen foes. But as the creature spread its wings and lifted its body once more, preparing to attack, it let out a cry of pain and jerked roughly to the side. The movement showed the companions the shaft of a heavy spear, jutting from the dragon’s side just under the socket where its right wing connected to its body. The head of the spear was buried deep into the meaty flesh of the joint, and each movement was working it deeper into the wound, no doubt causing the creature considerable pain.
“Quick, we’ve got to get up!” Carzen urged, grabbing at Vhael, who barely clung to consciousness. Carzen’s own movements felt wooden, his body behaving as though he’d been drinking heavily. The thought sent a quiver through him—he would have paid a hundred gold pieces, a thousand, to be in the seediest dive in Fallcrest right now—but he knew that the dragon’s distraction was likely to be short-lived.
But its attention—and Carzen’s—was drawn to the charging form that rushed it from behind. Carzen was amazed to see the enforcer from the Halfmoon Inn, the woman he’d fought beside against the Bloodreavers in the Chamber of Eyes. She was clad in rags overlaid with what looked like a gnoll cuirass, but a bright steel sword blazed like fire in her hand.
The dragon saw her coming, but it didn’t turn away from its current foes. But Carzen saw the danger a split-second before it struck.
“Look out!” he shouted, but it was too late to do anything to stop the dragon, as it snapped its tail around. The long appendage cracked hard across the charging woman’s body like a whip, knocking her into the adjacent wall. She hit hard enough for Carzen to feel the impact twenty feet away, hung there for a heartbeat, and then toppled over onto the floor, landing on her face in a bruised heap.
“Ware its breath!” Vhael shouted, but Carzen was already bringing up his shield. He heard a terrible noise, and then everything around him vanished in a white haze. Wisps of the stuff curled around his shield, causing his eyes to tear up, but he avoided any serious harm.
Instinct warned him before his vision cleared enough to see the dragon’s follow-up attack. His sword bit into something hard, the impact nearly jarring it out of his hand. He didn’t have time to think about it, as he took another blow on his shield that spun him around in almost a full circle. He tried to bring his sword up into something approaching a ready position, but another hard impact caught his forearm, and he felt an angry bite of pain as his bracer was torn roughly free.
The dragon didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, didn’t let up. The best he could do was avoid being overwhelmed or knocked down; his own counterattacks were feeble at best. He did manage to hit it once more, but his sword bounced off its chest as though it was wearing a steel breastplate. Pale blasts of frost shot past them both; Gral was having a tough time scoring a hit despite the dragon’s size, its rapidly darting movements proving as challenging for the wizard as they were for the fighter. As it reared up over Carzen again, one of those beams sprayed across its left wing, forming a white rime that immediately cracked into a thousand tiny pieces of ice. The dragon hissed a warning, but apparently it considered Carzen a greater threat, as it did not push past him toward Gral.
Even as Carzen struggled against the dragon’s assault, Vhael rejoined the fight. Charging forward, the dragonborn delivered a two-handed stroke from his big sword that clipped the dragon hard across the neck. The impact would have killed many foes, but the dragon merely jerked back, blood oozing from the shallow gash. Carzen lunged in to exploit the momentary advantage, but before he could strike the dragon sprang back at both of them. Spreading its claws wide to enfold both warriors within its reach, it caught them up and smashed the two into each other. Carzen and Vhael both grunted as they collided hard and fell to the ground.
Now it was the dragon that had the tactical advantage, and it surged forward to put it to good use against its fallen foes. But as the creature spread its wings and lifted its body once more, preparing to attack, it let out a cry of pain and jerked roughly to the side. The movement showed the companions the shaft of a heavy spear, jutting from the dragon’s side just under the socket where its right wing connected to its body. The head of the spear was buried deep into the meaty flesh of the joint, and each movement was working it deeper into the wound, no doubt causing the creature considerable pain.
“Quick, we’ve got to get up!” Carzen urged, grabbing at Vhael, who barely clung to consciousness. Carzen’s own movements felt wooden, his body behaving as though he’d been drinking heavily. The thought sent a quiver through him—he would have paid a hundred gold pieces, a thousand, to be in the seediest dive in Fallcrest right now—but he knew that the dragon’s distraction was likely to be short-lived.
But its attention—and Carzen’s—was drawn to the charging form that rushed it from behind. Carzen was amazed to see the enforcer from the Halfmoon Inn, the woman he’d fought beside against the Bloodreavers in the Chamber of Eyes. She was clad in rags overlaid with what looked like a gnoll cuirass, but a bright steel sword blazed like fire in her hand.
The dragon saw her coming, but it didn’t turn away from its current foes. But Carzen saw the danger a split-second before it struck.
“Look out!” he shouted, but it was too late to do anything to stop the dragon, as it snapped its tail around. The long appendage cracked hard across the charging woman’s body like a whip, knocking her into the adjacent wall. She hit hard enough for Carzen to feel the impact twenty feet away, hung there for a heartbeat, and then toppled over onto the floor, landing on her face in a bruised heap.