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A loud roar pierces the air, I jump back in surprise. Out of seemingly nowhere a scaly head with demon like horns comes into view, baring its fangs, and swiping its claws in my direction. Luckily I am armed. I begin firing.
I’ve trained for this, I am dextrous and deft, and I am fast on my feet. I fire a few shots at it, while doing my best to keep out of its range. Without realising it, I am suddenly engaged in combat with the fearsome beast. My shots don’t seem to harm it at all, its’ almost impenetrable hide, and ferocity leave me trembling in fear.
I must get out of its view, I hear that dragons don’t have very good hearing or smell - if it can’t see me I might have the advantage. But alas, it seems to have its attention pretty much fixed onto me – what did I do to it?! Suddenly I feel hot flames bearing down upon me. I instinctively roll out of the way.
I am struggling to catch my breath, and rubbing my aching back when the smoke clears. I then notice that it isn’t looking at me! Did it lose me in the smoke? From this side of the beast a few vulnerable scales on the back of its neck are visible, time seems to slow down as I put two and two together and realise what I should do. I aim for the newly exposed weak spot with a few quick but precise shots, and the horrendous lizard recoils, and reels back in pain.
It then falls in flames, and vanishes back to the hole that it seemed to have come from. I breathe a sigh of relief as I wipe a few beads of sweat from my face. The beast, for now is gone, and my city can rest in peace. I was glad to get out of that encounter alive.
Now I can finally get some rest. I say goodnight to my family, turn off my 3DS, brush my teeth, and then go to bed.