Fin charged at the dragon, dagger ready. Its massive skull turned toward him, tracking his movement.
"Don't get cocky!" Jolly shouted, deflecting a bone shard with her sword. "This thing's killed twelve Hunters already!"
"Got it!" He leaped, aiming for the creature's leg joint. His dagger connected, but barely scratched the surface. "Damn, this thing's tough!"
The dragon's tail whipped around. He ducked, feeling the wind rush above him.
Sam slammed his damaged shield into the dragon's foot. "We need to target the same spot together! Follow my lead!"
He nodded, falling in line with their strategy. The three of them darted around the creature, attacking in sequence. Fin's strikes grew stronger with each hit, the zombie's mana flowing through him.
Twenty minutes in, he was drenched in sweat. The dragon seemed unstoppable.
"It's not slowing down," he gasped, hands on his knees. "It's like—"
