The Batlord

So this dragon, right? Who even thought they were a thing? Here I am about to get chopped and right out of the sky comes this winged gecko that scares the piss out of, well, everyone. Except me of course.

"Hey, dark elf. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance!"

Don't gotta tell me twice, mate.

Get to the fuckin' tower, move, up the stairs, mind the dragon! Its head through a wall, burned me bum, but all good, now out the hole in the wall, into the burned out house, put out me britches, through the door, shove the kid out of me way. And there's the dragon again like a hemorrhoid. Duck the fire!

"You saved that boy!"

Yeah sure I did.

Run for the alley. Bollocks. Dragon. Flames. Shame about the bloke. Run again.

Through another building, out the building, buncha dumb twats trying to shoot arrows and magic at the dragon, fair play, out into the courtyard, duck and cover dragon overhead, and...

Hey, it's that long-winded Sven cunt. I'll go with him into the fort cause he wasn't trying to cut me head off.

Phew. Well that was a thing. Talk to you later, twats. I gotta catch me breath.

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