George looked up at the towering ice dragon, as his steed reared in fright, preparing to bolt.
The monstrous dragon, ever hungry, spread her enormous wings, and prepared to pounce on the tasty morsel.
George waved his now flimsy steel blade, in a vain attempt to ward off the creature, as he thought to himself…
‘’Gee, some grenades would come in really handy now, wouldn’t they?’’
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