Short Circuit's Journal: AoR: The Red Wyrmling

Ralek and Voltore are again in the arena. Standing 50 feet away is what is sure to be a true challenge, a female Red Dragon wyrmling named Val'krind. Both Voltore and Ralek have aquired longbows, and Voltore has picked up a tower shield. Ralek has also acquired several flasks of acid.

Ralek take aim and let fly with their new longbows, but the galloping dragon pup dodges. With a snarl, it leaps and lands in front of the two dwarves, sinking his claws into Ralek's shoulder.

Cursing the dragon's foul god, and with blood oozing down his arm, Ralek grabs a flask of acid from his belt and flings it at the red draconian. The flask glances of Val'krind's wing, and smashes on the ground behind the dragon. The corrosive liquid sprays her legs, causing some of the scales to begin to peel. Voltore's axe swings, but glances off of the red scales.

Val'krind bites deep into Voltore's shoulder. Cursing again, Ralek brutally pounds the Dragon's head with his hammer, yielding a very satisfying crack! Though woozy, the dragon manages to dodge Voltore's poorly aimed axe swing, and grazes the dwarf's head with a clawed wing.

Ralek and Voltore both press their attack, allowing Voltore to score a deep slash across the dragon's gut. Val'Krind screams something in dragons' tongue, and snaps at Voltore.

Ralek and Voltore again press the she dragon, and Voltore again makes a deep cut. Val'krind's foul blood is now pouring out of multiple wounds, flowing in rivulets down her body, to react violently with the acid on the ground.

Ralek nimbly dodges the she-dragon's counter-attack, and lands a stiff blow on the dragon's thigh. Too bad we can't see the beast's skin, thinks Ralek, I'd like to see bruising. Sure enough, the tissues around Ralek's blows is swelling, but this is something only slightly-bulging scales reveal.

Voltore, for his part, is unable to hit the dodging and weaving dragon. Val'krind slips and falls on the bloody ground. Both Ralek and Voltore sieze the opportunity. Ralek's hammer lands another heavy blow on the Val'krind's head, but Voltore's axe comes crashing down on the dragon's neck, finishing the job.

Ralek gives a prayer of thanks. Then, tired, wounded, and soaked with blood both their own and not, Ralek and Voltore collect their reward and return to the lower levels of the arena.

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