One crucial strike
With the group regrouping, Blake and the others exchanged glances, their faces etched with concern and determination.
"That thing is a monster," Reggie panted, his shadow armor flickering slightly. "Our attacks barely seemed to faze it."
Randal nodded grimly. "It's not just powerful, it's smart too. That fire breath... I've never seen anything like it."
Blake wiped a trickle of blood from his chin, his eyes never leaving the dragon. "We need to find a way to neutralize that breath attack. It's making it nearly impossible to get close."
Dumphries, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "Perhaps I could get a clean strike with my sword if I had an opening. But the beast won't give me that chance easily."
Randal turned to the vampire blacksmith, his brow furrowed. "Not to be offensive, but how in the hell is a blade going to cut past those scales? They're harder than anything I've ever encountered."