Talk:Dragon Zombie/@comment-25619592-20170218093754/@comment-30700719-20170220233319

I jam the butt of my spear into the ground and tilt it towards the figure. The dragon levels off quickly, to avoid becoming a sausage on a stick. I rip the spear out of the ground and face the dragon, and watch as she comes around for another run. "I've got friends who can shout really loud!" I yell. The dragon keeps level, instead of diving at me. I soon realise why. A thick cloud of black smoke is pouring out of her mouth, forming a jet-black fog underneath. I toss away the spear, fabricate a small booster. I stand on top of it and shoot upwards, tackling the dragon and sending her crashing down. I pull myself to my feet and admire my handiwork. "Well, she's out. Now might as well keep her down." With swift strokes and nimble fingers, I make sure she won't trouble this region any longer. 'Property of (random landowner), please return if found outside of premises' can be seen on a name tag, tied to the Dragon Zombie, who's tied up bondage-style. "Well, that oughta make Dad happy."