The knight had a plan. He’d seen other knights attacking the dragon. Their armor did no good, their valor wasted. Not him. Leaving the clanking iron behind, he crept up with not but a sword. Once he’d reached the head he raised the sword high. The dragon opened an eye.
“Goody. Lunch.”
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