[Morgeruat]

OOC: I love it

As the wyrm Balagos exhaled Sir Morguerat dove into a roll, as he watched his companions disappear into the white-hot wash of flame he felt a cooling breeze overtake him, before it collapsed underneath the dragon's onslaught, his plate and mail armor beginning to glow from the extreme heat, charging forward to strike even before he knew what he was doing, he brought both swords together against a huge armored leg.

While the blades had seemed large before now they seemed less than a shortsword to him, and the dragon didn't seem quite as mammoth as he had first suspected, a single word rose up from the throat of the paladin audible(the dragon formerly dantes had undone his part of the spell that warded against noises) over the roar of the flames and the screech of scales on stone, and tail against rock, "TRAITOR".

Sir Morguerat briefly wondered if his companions were alive, and if they were would they use this brief distraction to flee, for the sake of their souls and whatever lives they had left to them he hoped to Torm that Tymora, the lady luck herself would smile on the companions and let them escape.

But such trivial thoughts are less than momentary things in the heat of battle and as he struck, his swords bouncing off scales, and rarely drawing a drop or two of the dragons lifeblood he could see his own chance for survival being extinguished by the behemoth in front of him.