Such was the problem of the battle from the start. The lack of resources, the lack of building materials to see a bridge to victory built. The sheer scale of the dragon was impossible to defeat. And now it had them, nestled firmly in its jaws. They sat upon his tongue, and were attacked by the digestive enzymes in its saliva. Their armour melted, as did their skin, and their movements were slowed by its stickiness.
With a grim expression, Prince Hendrick watched the slaughter that he had set about. With that copper hair of his, and those piercing eyes, he was the head of the dragon. He controlled its head and body, on behalf of a man that he saw to be even mightier than he. General Fitzer and General Hendrick were mere heads that added to it, turning it into a monstrosity that some might have called a hydra.
