[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xCz2t2Xw/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Maleficent's Gates
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Fighting a dragon was easier said than done. It roared, dousing her in flames. She instinctively turned her head back, shielding her eyes, and even then burns appeared on her body. It was a delicious, searing pain. Somehow, she didn't die entirely. Her armor must have been enchanted. When she turned her eyes back to the beast, her father had engaged it, swinging at one of its legs with his sword. It was wounded, but now down. 

	Megan prepared herself to try again, perhaps targeting a weaker point on it, when the next thing she knew the dragon had swallowed her whole. Her reflexes were fast though, helped by the fact that she had excalibur drawn and ready. As she started to slide down its throat, she stabbed her sword and let it tear through the dragon's throat, both killing it and creating her exit strategy. She crawled out through the mouth, the dragon's blood staining her armor, as she emerged relatively unscathed.