As soon as the dragon landed, I knew I had him.
I sprinted from cover, flames arcing from my left hand while holding my war axe ready in my right. It was a Frost Dragon. Which meant killer frost breath. Dodging the icy exhalations, I used a Dragon Shout to stop time itself.
I closed quickly, unleashing a furious barrage of swings from my trusty steel war axe. It was going to be close.
As the Shout wore off and time began to return to normal, I realized I was standing far too close to the dragon’s jaws. I ran left just as it swung its heavily scaled head in my direction. I went in for the kill knowing I had exactly zero health potions left. Running away at this point would do no good. I couldn’t heal myself in time.
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