"Let's split the shortspears. Mistletoe's injured, so she probably wouldn't be in the best shape to handle a weapon," Kenza said, hefting the spear. Remarkably light, the weapon seemed like it wouldn't last past a single blow before snapping. 

[i]Well, better make that one blow count,[/i] she thought, approaching the statue again. To Kenza, surviving meant living on the cautious side, and that meant trusting your gut to direct you. Whether it told you your worries were impossible or that there was imminent danger, Kenza had lived by this principle and kept her reasonable side -- which told her that curses were just the stuff of campfire tales -- silent. But, current circumstances considered, Kenza figured she may as well try trusting her intellect again. After all, the Wolfwing appeared to be much smarter than much of the game Kenza had originally hunted.

"Alright," she whispered to herself, planting both feet in front of the glowing statue. A rare ore or a sort of strange concoction were the first things that came to mind, and neither seemed totally useful in her current situation. However, its glowing properties may provide to be a distraction should Kenza ever need one, so they weren't completely useless either. 

Reaching into the dragon's mouth, Kenza squeezed her hand into the tight space until her hand came into contact with something. 

[hr][@lord of evil][@lchris314][@hekazu]