Over the years we've perfected the art of dragon defense. Hide archwizards up in towers for them to cast bolts of lightning or jagged icicles or monstrous infernos onto the creatures as they fly in towards the kingdom. We mount gigantic ballistas outside the castle gates that shoot bolts the size of buildings as a warning to them. We train platoons of soldiers and teach them magic to defend themselves.

But sometimes they get through anyways, and break kingdoms like loose dirt under their talons.

Sometimes they abduct entire families for ransom, or for their hoard, or simply because they can. Sometimes they like to show us that they could still crush us if they really wanted to.

And sometimes? Sometimes a knight has to kill a dragon the old-fashioned way.

With sword and shield in hand, and little else to protect him in this crumbling castle, he rolls out of the way of yet another falling boulder and charges towards the wounded beast, pinned under a rock of his own, spewing gouts of flame in a feeble attempt to keep the man at bay. A tale as old as time.

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