“Nope. Didn’t kill it. Couldn’t.” Kire toyed with a pebble before tossing it into the water. “All the hacking and piercing and slashing I did? Barely hurt it. Or if I did hurt it, it wasn’t enough to really maim it. Meanwhile, it kept flicking me off like I was a gnat. I had to tear off my chestplate at some point because the armor had caved in and was making it hard for me to breathe. Hence the whole ridiculous plan to go stabbing around in its mouth.” She hugged her knees. “The dragon will sleep for a thousand years. I’ll be long dead by then, so presumably it’s going to be the next Paladin’s problem. Good luck to the poor fucker,” she said, chuckling. “Anyway, by the time I had realized I had no prayer of actually killing it, I lost desire to do so. You’ve seen it. Even if I could kill it, it was a [i]dragon.[/i] I don’t know if I’d bear actually maiming it.”