Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-5583506-20140701003615

Arngrim hurled himself over the swooping tail of the dragon and took a steady grip around one of its spiky scales. He began to climb onto the dragon's back and all the way up to its neck where he found the perfect spot between a couple of loosened scales where he could rend "the Bastard" down for massive damage. It was a huge risk, but it would be worth it.

''Heh, this is probably gonna hurt like hell! ''he thought. Perhaps for us both?

Without any hesitation he drove the greatsword straight into the dragon's neck, all the way to the hilt. And the dragon felt it... With a roar of pain and anger the dragon whipped around with wings and tail and violently shook its head in an attempt to get rid off its parasite. Arngrim found it hard to remain in balance as he desperately clinged to "the Bastards" hilt.

With a sudden aggressive move the dragon finally got rid of its burden and Arngrim soared straight into a wall with his back first.

If I didn't know better I would say that I can't feel my legs after that little duel.