The dragon recoiled and limped toward its cavern. Baxter followed it, shield raised and every step hesitant, knowing he could have easily gotten this far entirely by luck. His sword, bloody from the tail, was beginning to cost precious strength to hold outright. At the mouth of the cave, Baxter watched the retreating monster drag itself into a crevasse, and it disappeared. The knight waited. After what felt like a sufficient time, he surveyed the damage from the battle. Bits of fallen trees were still burning, but didn't look threatening to catch the rest of the thick wood. Baxter took off his helmet. He'd need someone to help take the rest off. Plenty of fine maidens in the nearby town, he mused. He noticed torn bits of the wings caught in a tree branch. Large pieces had fallen off and adorned the rocks. He bent down to inspect the golden shine. It'd take a long time for the beast to heal, if it ever would. Oughtta sell nicely, in the meantime. He folded the larger few fragments and tucked them in his bag. And look! A tooth! It was almost hard to believe he was the first knight to come back home from this particular breed. Baxter had never felt so lucky.
The dragon, after it had crawled through a hideous maze of limestone, found its nest. It snarled. And then, on cue, the next dragon began its ascent to the outside world. Knights never left quickly.
Whoa! A Book, peradventure? *gasp*
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