Here goes everything!
An enormous beast stood before Deebus. It was huge and horrible, a ghastly creature polluted by years of brooding in darkness. It had once been a dragon, but now it was something else. Huge and white; limp, tattered wings hanging uselessly; a mouth full of a thousand long needles.
His first thought was to take the treasure and leave. Any sensible kobold would never even contemplate fighting such a beast; it was simply not survivable. Deebus had a task, though. A task to rid the world of all the evil beasts that plagued it. Perhaps it would have still seemed like folly, but Deebus knew that he must fight. And he knew something else, too; the shadows were on
his side. They had become familiar to him now, friendly. Not even the enormous green bulges of horror that were this beast's eyes could pierce his darkness quickly.
So it was, from ambush as always that the greatest battle of Deebus's life so far began. Deebus fitted an arrow to his bow and let it loose. It buried itself in the dragon's right flank. In utter surprise the dragon stood up and looked around the cave, enraged at this sudden pain. His gaze swept the sandy room, only to find nothing. Just as he was about to lay down and ignore this freak occurrence, another arrow tore through his wing. Now he was infuriated, and determined to find what was causing the pain. Try as he might, though, he still could not see anything in the gloom.
The cave dragon got up and took a step forward. Deebus fired another arrow, this one smiting the dragon straight in the chest and fracturing a rib.
This was too much for him. Vush hadn't had a serious fight in a few decades, and the sudden amount of pain took him very much by surprise. Deebus lept upon him and drove his spear into his forehead. Finding that it wouldn't go through, though, Deebus stabbed the eyes, ripping them wide open and unleashing a torrent of blood. Vush wasn't dead yet, though, and regained consciousness to blindly lash out and send Deebus flying into the wall.
Luckily, Deebus was only stunned and bruised by the impact, and rolled back into the fight. Vush still couldn't see where the pain was coming from, but soon felt more of it with a sharp, searing pain in the lung. Deebus removed the spear from the chest and plunged it into the stomach, tearing it apart.
Vush was truly infuriated now, determined to crush whatever miserable creature was tormenting him. He was blinded now, though, and still couldn't tell where the enemy was. Deebus gave him a reminder by stabbing him in the nose and then the tail.
Finally, Vush gave into pain and fainted. Deebus leaped out of the way to avoid getting crushed, then looked at the dragon for a moment, frozen. He wasn't long immobilized by how surreal the whole situation was, but now he found it all overwhelming.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he hefted up the spear, prepared to deliver the now practiced and instinctual motion. He watched his arms bending, the muscles moving, the hands on the pole going down, down, so slowly. All he could hear was the beating of his heart and the ringing of his ears. Ever so slowly did the spear head crawl through the air, touching the scales of the throat and continuing, the blood welling up and spurting so slowly that it might have been honey flowing. Deebus closed his eyes, and when he opened them it was done. Done in a blink.
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