He made an deadly arc with his whip, and its teeth fell off, it dropped onto the muddy floor and the floor sizzled, the poison on its teeth became less, and soon grew back again.
I picked it up. I examined it carefully, and I stood up shakily, holding the teeth in my hand, I picked up my fallen sword and took the teeth's hollow end.
I gained my strengh, and forced the teeth into the sword's sharp tip.
Beautiful.
The sword and teeth joined into one, one powerful force that can slay through anything in my way.
I felt my strength slowly come back, I ran out of the dragon's range.
I gained my footing, and saw Charles making an atempt make the dragon open its mouth again.
I held my sword with the teeth stuck on it, and grabbed hold of its tail.
As the tail swung wildly to shake me off, I took advantage of the swing motion, I flew myself onto the dragon's back.
I ran cross to its neck.
God, please work.
Can you hear me, Hermes?