Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141106071232/@comment-29458028-20141107030318

"Hi wahl tozein. Hi lorfonaar Zu'u los joor!" said Damien, a wicked smile coming onto his face. The dumb dragon had handed. The most dangerous place was the safest place. Where was the safest place when the dragon was attacking? The neck, behind his head. A place where a dragon cannot attack or do anything.

Damien leapt off the tower, drew his sword and slammed it through the dragon's body with the momentum he gained, sitting on its neck. It would not be fatal, but it would give him a handhold to hold on to if the dragon flew. He gripped the blade with both hands.

Damien said "Hi fen fun zey hin for nu! Us Zu'u fus hi wah!"

(Like I said before, Damien is ridiculously old and has faced dragons firsthand.)