John got a few cuts in, damaging the dragon's scales, and once or twice creating cuts that drew blood. As he swung, the beast seemed to roar and breathe fire at someone else on top of it, but John didn't check who it was. He continued his swinging, beginning to lose control of his body as the blood lusting personality began to take over. "Heh... Heheh... Bleed!" He shouted this, beginning to swing harder, causing more cuts to actually draw blood. "Bleed for me!" He began to laugh maniacally to himself as he swung the scythe, getting more and more reckless with each swing.