Dynoz spotted the dragon alight in the town, a twisted grin spread across his lips as he stopped, shouting at the top of his lungs, [b]“What a pretty prize….a dragon’s skull to cannibalize…a prize surely to immortalize…one that shall over emphasize my skills, if only I can monopolize it from Adinraen’s eyes.”[/b]

With that Dynoz raced ahead, leaping over low fences and bales of hay, skirting the fighting as he raced towards the dragon. The bone daggers sizzled and dripped what they touched either melted at the touch or scorched by the brush. Such are the twins of acid and lightning. 

A human man, who was stocky in girth, his florid face streaked with blood as he disengaged from a slim elf lass, her back broke by the huge oaf. With a spit and snarl, Dynoz leaped upon high, falling on the man’s bowed shoulders, both daggers ripping into the muscled flesh, with squeals of delight.

The man screaming in pain ran forward into the street, Dynoz’s legs wrapped around his waist, his arms rising and falling with incredible haste as the bone daggers plunged repeatedly into the man. As the man staggered and fell to his knees, the elf whispered into his ear, [b]“You should have fled, but now it’s too late, you’re dead!”[/b]

With a quick slash, the daggers crossed the man’s neck, nearly decapitating him as the elf stood back, his eyes wild as the blood lust filled him. Turning his attention again to the dragon he snarled,[b] “Now for you my pretty.”[/b]

However before he could take another step, he was rushed by a half dozen human men, who tackled the elf, throwing him through a door, following close behind, revenge in their eyes.