Metal Sculpture - Onaway, MI - Photo by JzB
I recoiled at the stench - burned meat, sewage, old ashes, sulphur.
So it took me for a craven and reared high above me for the kill.
There is always a soft spot somewhere on a dragon's belly, if you are lucky enough find it.
As my blade pierced it's tender flesh, the scream it let loose was an even worse assault on the senses than the smell.