Chapter Eight: Warhammer
"Oh fuck!" Andrew rolls on the molten floor, barely chewing a Cold Pill before he lands.
The massive Elder Dragon towers above him, drooling as it roars. Andrew rushes at it with no hesitation, smashing its claw. The dragon lashes with its tail, Andrew blocks with his hammer and gets sent crashing into the wall across the massive cavern. He pops a Health Pill and rushes towards the dragon who flaps its wings, sending a wave of heat towards him. He dives, barely dodging. The dragon flies across and shoots a massive beam of fire, Andrew sprints, the flame near his heels. Andrew tosses two Flashbang in the air, the dragon crashes to the floor as he charges his hammer. He feels the energy rushing in, but he needs more time. The dragon is starting to stand up again. Andrew's hammer is fully charged, he swings as the dragon rushes towards him. A loud crack fills the air. Silence. The horns are broken on the floor, its jaw is snapped, it can only see with one eye. It holds Andrew in the air, its right claw sticking through his stomach, Andrew's broken hammer in a heap on the floor. He missed by inches. With the little remaining strength he has, he presses buttons on his inventory, dropping Large Bombs on the floor. He holds the combine button, so many of them falling in a pile as Andrew smiles, blood dripping from the side of his mouth, "Fuck you piece of shit! Fuck man, AvatarPyro, Wundah, I hope you guys survive. It was..." He coughs up blood, "It was good while it lasted." With the last of his strength he drops a Small Bomb onto the pile, the cavern explodes, his smiling body becomes enveloped in flame, his body shatters into many blue fragments and slowly drifts into the air.