Dimaethor watches in amazement "Huh. Yup that one...that one was definitely a surprise. I did not see that one coming". As the dragon's tail nears, he falls flat on the ground and shouts to the others to do the same. Capitalizing on a moment to devise a plan, however brief, Dimaethor reminds his men in as quite a voice as he felt they could hear him "A stone in the hands of a wise warrior is mightier than a thousand arrows in the hand of a foolish one. Fight wisely: every foe has his weakness. A dragon's weak spot is on his underside". The tail swooshes overhead, and takes out part of the wall to their right "Yeah, I'd say he managed to top our arrow volley, wouldn't you?". Taking cover behind a downed pillar, Dimaethor readies an arrow, and carefully waits and observes the speed at which the dragon flaps it's wings. For every flap he counts one second, allowing a half second for the flight of an arrow. He is unsure if that would be sufficient, but he had to try. He shuts out everything else, and hears nothing but the beat of his own heart, and the flap of the creatures wings, as he patiently waits for the beast to bare it's chest again. Now. An arrow flies from his bow "Sail true my friend...sail true..."

The arrow flies towards the dragons belly. It soars straight in to the dragon's heart, and it flies straight through his heart. The dragon took a few weak flaps in an attempt at staying alive, but in the end, it collapses on the ground. The dragon's eyes roll up, and the heave of his breathing fades away. Eruon sits their and stares at the dead dragon. "We did it. We beat the wizard,"

The boy takes action. He soars into the sky and transforms his armor from diamond to god gold. He then kills all the enemies in his way. "They asked for it" he says.