"Boom," it seemed as though something had exploded!
A huge hole had been blasted in Otono's neck, and half-finished Dragon Breath mixed with blood gushed out along with his pained roar. The dragon struggled mightily a few times, but ultimately could not lift his neck.
His chamber had burst.
"Did I fight him?" Olaf whispered to Teacher Xia.
"Indeed."
Olaf beamed with delight.
Now he was truly a Dragon Hunter!
And a one-hit kill, no less!
"He's not dead yet," Teacher Xia reminded.
Olaf immediately gripped his Battle Spear tighter. "Should I finish him?"
"No need, let's see what he has to say."
The two just stood there, watching the terrifying wound on the other's neck scab over at a visibly rapid pace.
It was less like scabbing, and more like metal or magma cooling down, then the ugly scars began to disappear bit by bit, as if being swallowed by the surface scales.
Dragons really were magical creatures.
