The dragon inhaled, Cedric held his sword aloft, its point in line with the sweet spot beneath the dragon’s throat. If the beast lunged, Cedric would use its colossal weight against it. The fact that he would die in the process had not escaped him.
Suddenly the dragon spoke.
‘Are you going to kill me little man?’
Astounded Cedric let his sword drop; the dragon lunged.
‘They always fall for it.’ The dragon thought smiling.