Dante - Gates of Aeternia
Hallvard may have been stuck in a cave for hundreds of years, but it could not be said that the dragon had gotten slow. His body easily slipped right into the tunnel after the pair of miscreants, and he was quickly gaining on them. Dante hadn't run this fast in about twenty years. Actually, scratch that, Dante hadn't
run in twenty years. His body was not thanking him for it, as his breath was becoming harder and harder to find.
There's no way we'll be able to outrun him. Unless... Dante glanced up. The stalactites.
Hallvard wasn't far away from them now, though he didn't spray anymore water at them. No, he wanted the satisfaction of sinking his teeth into them himself. His eyes gleamed as his victory seemed near. "
You fools, thinking you can defeat me in my own domain! I have destroyed far more formidable foes than you without so much as a scratch. You were dead from the moment you set foot in the entrance."
Dante suddenly skidded to a stop, his shoes kicking up little pebbles. The elf turned to face the dragon head on, his bow raised, an arrow pulled back to his cheek. The glowing stones that still surrounded them dimmed. He waited. Hallvard had almost reached them; his mouth had begun to stretch wide in anticipation of his next meal. Still, Dante waited. The dragon was only about ten feet away; Dante could see the gleam of his razor sharp fangs. Just then, the elf angled his bow toward the ceiling and released the arrow, watching as it pierced straight through a stalactite overhead. There was a loud crack as it broke free and fell. Straight onto the dragon's head.
The dragon's scales were too tough to be pierced through by the stalactite, but it was heavy enough to force his skull to the ground. Hallvard had fallen unconscious. The bow disappeared from Dante's trembling hands as the adrenaline still coursed through his veins. As the glow from stones returned to its former glory, he saw something red drop onto his hand. Dante reached up to touch his face, only to pull it away and see blood.
A nosebleed?