I could do with using a disclaimer right now =X
A Different Challenge
When it starts to inhale, it is time to find shelter.
A dragon's flames, hotter than a blacksmith's furnace, could ensure that the warrior who went into battle with a greatsword would come out with a dagger, and if he had gone in as a battle-hardened, full bearded, warrior, he would come out a eunuch if, that is, he had come out at all.
That, however, is the only precaution that one should take when fighting a dragon dragons are unintelligent brutes, and their bark is worse than their bite. In the stories, foxes and wolves have their moments to shine, and their prey has to work hard to outwit them. Dragons, on the other hand, only exist to be slain. And with a few swipes of my sword here, there, and under there, I slew the dragon.
I reported my victory to the castle, with one of the dragon's giant claws fastened to my waist.
"Oh, excellent job, Sir Igert!" said the king, who couldn't possibly understand what the job actually entailed. "You really are an amazing man."
"Thank you for being so kind. But today, I have a request. I would like a boat, so that I may travel to other countries in pursuit of dragons."
"But there are enough dragons here, surely?"
"That is very true, your highness. Problem is, however, they all look the same, act the same, and die the same."
Kingdoms around the land could claim to having a brave warriors and knights, but they, could rarely claim to have a dragon slayer. Other kingdoms had poor replicas of me, of course, such as the recent Sir Redwick of Haversbury, who managed to kill one dragon by a mere fluke, but was killed when he fought another. And there was my personal favourite, Sir Lanri-something, I forget his name, who announced that he had defeated the dragon of Renton Cave. The problem with that claim, however, was that his dragon corpse was the size of a crocodile, and more importantly, the skulls of that dragon, its wife and their two children had already been hanging above my fireplace at the time.
"But I will need your sword in surpressing the barbarians around the border."
"With all due respect, your majesty If you want to slay rough barbarians, you have Sir Manoch here, or Sir Riley, who are very well suited for the job. I am a dragon slayer, the only one in the land. Using me for such a task is like using a battle-ax to slice ham."
Growls from the aforementioned knights. The growl of a human man sounds like the purr of a kitten when you have spent a long time fighting dragons.
"Oh, Sir Igert, you're a funny one." he turned to his adviser, and said, "Sir Igert is extremely loyal, and I trust that he will return." he looked at me, smiling, "No doubt with a few exotic dragon heads that I can decorate the castle walls with. Try and get me one with golden horns, if you can."
"Yes, I will try my best."
So he gave me a boat, and I sailed east, until I reached the Eastern country. I spotted a dragon while walking along a river, half submerged in water. It had a long, golden, slender body with the most intricate patterns, a design uncharacteristic of the dragons I know. It was, however, unmistakenly a dragon it had a long snout that sprouted large, black nostrils at the end, which was dragon enough for me.
In my mind, I was already distributing the beast's parts around my household its golden mane would be turned into a fine robe or two, its antler-like horns used as a robe rack. I would make a fine belt with its silver claws, and use its long, golden body as a kind of murial, that would run from the entrance to the sleeping chambers.
"How dare you disturb my sleep, you ugly little man?" it said.
"Shut your trap, and put those teeth and claws of yours to good use if you do not want to die.""
"I wonder how I am able to both keep my trap shut, as you say, and put my teeth to good use at the same time? Unless that is, you're proposing that I keep my teeth clenched with you between them? If so, then I will be obliged."
It rose out of the water, and the water rose with it, engulfing me in an aquatic dome. when the water settled, I found myself staring at its gaping mouth, and thin, its forked tongue flickering and dancing across its long, needle-like teeth. It attempted to take my head , but I held out my sword and he bit that instead. For a moment, we were caught in a game of tug-o-war, but the beast cheated by slamming the tip of its tail into my chest, sending me flying into the trunk of a not so nearby tree. And before I was able to get to my feet, I saw my sword approaching me with murderous intent. I fell back to the ground, so that the treacherous sword would hit the tree instead.
It flew past me, and coiled itself around me, weaving itself in and out of the space around me, trapping me in a constantly changing, labyrinth, where its constantly moving body unfairly serving as the walls. I counted to three, and I plunged the tip of my sword through its body and into the ground, pinning that part of the beast to the ground. Its constant coiling and twisting that served to confuse me now served to hurt it, as the blade of my sword ate at the dragon's skin as it moved. Its beautiful, graceful waving and weaving was counterbalanced by the vicious, solid bite of my sword's blade, which carved its own red, intricate design along the dragon's golden exterior.
I won!
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