Shattering the ground on impact, Eric went unconscious.
His body lay crumpled in a shallow crater, the remnants of his legendary blade scattered around him like fallen leaves.
Blood trickled from his mouth, and his chest rose and fell in shallow, irregular breaths. The golden light that had once blazed from his sword had faded entirely, leaving only the dull gleam of broken metal.
"I'll keep it busy! Help Eric!" The katana-wielding lady urged the mages, as the battle was left with her, the Amazon and the Dwarf.
Her voice carried a desperate edge, the kind that came from knowing the odds were stacked against them.
She positioned herself between the fallen Elf and the dragon, her blade held ready, her stance low and defensive.
Luckily, the dragon had received a great wound on its side, and it made victory seem more plausible.
The gash was deep, visible even from a distance, and dark red blood oozed from the wound in steady pulses.
The battle began anew.
