Phoenix, who had already ignited herself in her Avatar of Flames, came flying in like a comet. She knew Astaroth wouldn't call her into the danger zone without reason.
Once she was in shouting distance, he pointed upwards.
"Look under his armpit!"
Phoenix flew in closer, pivoting to look at the dragon's massive underside, and found what Astaroth was pointing at. Lodged in the dragon's armpit, an enormous iron bar that could either be a lance, or a ballista bolt, was sticking out.
The surrounding wound was loose, though. Almost as if all the movement had stretched the cut open.
It begged to ask how the object lodged in was still holding. But it was a question for later.
Phoenix saw the golden opportunity and didn't hesitate. She flew in like a flaming bullet, jamming herself into the open wound.
This action alone would have made many women, and even some men, queasy. She was now inside the dragon.
