Round Two, Maggots!

The hole in the mountains glowed red hot on its edges, with signs of extreme friction and power passing through it. And the enemy that had stood in its wake?

Nothing remained of it.

The brown dragon stepped aside, getting away from the Dwarf under his body, before collapsing to the ground. That was when Meat-Shield noticed the blood puddle all around him.

The underside of the dragon may still have been in perfect condition. But the back and flanks of the beast were far from.

Deep and thick lacerations covered the beast from the middle of its neck, all the way to the base of its tail. Its injuries were severe.

As its body hit the ground, causing a dust cloud to poof out from under it, it sighed heavily.

'Thank you, stone-dweller. The time you bought me was enough for me to get rid of it. But I am tired now. Unless you require anything from me, I will bid you farewell, and send you on your way out.'

Meat-Shield panicked.