Tombstone
That Damned Cowboy
"Ploughing Hell!!!" Mercer cursed. He had just barely evaded being lashed by the dragon's claw. Steam had surrounded the battlefield causing him difficulties in trying to anticipate the enemies attacks. That combined with the thick blanket of snow that limited his mobility was making it hard for Mercer to fight. Adding insult to injury was the fact that he was nearly out of bombs. All that remained were some incendiary vials and a few dust charges, both useless against Dragons. Still that didn't mean that they couldn't aid him. Mercer tossed his only two incendiaries and watched them combust. Because they were so highly volatile they would hopefully clear a small area for him to continue his struggle with the beast. As the steam burned off from the heat, Mercer was able to make out the giant head of the Wrym staring down at him. It came crashing down towards him jaws wide open. "Shite!!!" Was all Mercer could think as he started an attempt to roll out of its way.
(Sorry for the shot entry. My laptop is being stupid and I have to use my phone. I should be back in a bit.)
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(Sorry for the shot entry. My laptop is being stupid and I have to use my phone. I should be back in a bit.)
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