Tut impatiently at the murderers and assure my dragon that everything is fine while petting its neck gently.
[2] Panicking, the dragon flailed at its would-be saviour, who only just managed to step out of the way.
Keep dancing furiously to the rhythm of our battle song
[6] As the battle progressed, the dancer's footsteps became furious—and then they just turned into stomps. Stomps heavy enough to collapse part of the roof, apparently: the two dancers fell through to the next floor. The rest of the roof didn't seem likely to last long, either, what with the dragon and all.
...raise the town
The dragon's building new infrastructure for the town? That doesn't sound too bad. Unless you mean it is raising the town into the sky with its power and killing it would cause the town to drop. In either case, protect the dragon
[4] Realizing that the dragon's intentions were noble, the one true hero rose to protect the dragon, acting as a human shield.
[3] Struggling as hard as it could, the dragon managed to escape, clawing the Mad Choker as it did so. Still, it was weakened; its sore neck made it reluctant to breathe fire
Taste my blood then kick that dragon to Holy Hell with my enormous metal boots.
[4] Wounded as he was, the serial killer wasn't out of the fight yet; tasting blood, he threw a kick at the dragon—but it was intercepted by another rooftop warrior! He was sent sprawling by the blow, but he was happy to have saved the dragon—and, with it, the city's future infrastructure.
slice it's wings to ribbons to prevent escape.
[6] Another villain uses a sharp instrument to carve the dragon's wings into ribbons. Being a professional ribbon-maker—and thus out of a job, with the city so far from the holidays—he takes care to preserve function with the new form, keeping the wings as aerodynamic as ever, or perhaps even more so.
Impersonate the dragon god and make the dragon yield
[6] Out of nowhere, the dragon god descended from the heav—well, okay, he ascended from the stairs, having recently fallen. He probably wasn't the real dragon god, despite his rambling proclamations, since he was struck immediately by a lightning bolt.
Cling to its belly like a baby koala. Unlike said baby koala, start ripping scales off.
[4] The Koala Killer, another escaped madman, attempted to inflict his preferred demise upon the dragon, but it turned out that dragon scales are actually pretty tough. He managed to rip off a couple, but the dragon barely even noticed.
Scold everyone else for hurting the poor dragon
[6] A pacifist scolded the rest of the rooftop for attacking the dragon. Seemingly innocuous, this action actually left its performer open to legal fallout, under the Scolding During Lethal Engagements Act of '98.
Rename the town to "Recently-Attacked-By-A-Dragonopolis"
[5] The mayor, who happened to be watching from the next floor down, heard the proposal. Agreeing, he called his secretary, who changed the town's official name—without even calling a meeting! The repercussions of this flagrant abuse of authority wouldn't be seen for a while, but they were, perhaps, more severe than those of the dragon's arrival.
Run up the dragon's backside then sit daintily on its head. Pet it gently and happily.
[2] The dragon swiped at another figure on the now-crowded rooftop, who had gotten a bit too close for comfort. He resolved to practice his parkour skills somewhere else.
[4] The dragon, feeling hurt and betrayed, lashed out at its most memorable attacker. The Mad Choker's head was torn clear off—but then, he'd have faced the death penalty anyway, had he been caught, so it probably didn't matter.
The dragon was feeling
betrayed. It had a
sore throat, but that was fading.
What did you do?
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