He attacked from below next, but this one was intended to kill. The young dragon buried his talons up to his skin in the Old One's belly, effectively eviscerating the old dragon. However, in the Old One's death throes, he managed to rip his opponent's wing membrane. Devoid of lift, both began falling. The orange dragon managed to fly away, towards the mountains he'd come from. However, he wouldn't fly far, and he was rapidly losing blood. After a time, his torn wing gave out, and he fell, crashing through trees until he came to rest in a small grove like a scaly meteor.

Meanwhile, down in the village, the people were upset. Their guardian/'god' had been slain, butchered like a common animal. The devout wept as if they no longer had a purpose in life. The Old One's body crashed a short distance from the mountain in a bloody heap, organs strewn around him. The priests gathered around the body, unsure of what to do now.